The beginning of the end

This weekend is the beginning of the end. To Hubby's delight, I have finally planted into the garden everything that I had waiting around on our patio. No more potting supplies, bags of soil, or seedlings cluttering up our deck. Until my final shipments of perennials arrive this week, the only thing perpetually laying around is the hose—it hasn't rained in about 10 days and the forecast for the next week is solid sun.

Earlier this week, I planted my petunias in hanging baskets. In only a couple of sunny days, the starter plants have taken off and all are covered with blooms! Yesterday, I planted a collection of astilbe around a tree in a new garden clearing by Cavan's swing set. And I sowed the last of my seeds in the vegetable garden—corn, pumpkin, zucchini, and yellow squash. Other than weeding and watering, all I have to do now is sit around and wait for my geraniums, cone flowers, ornamental grasses and red rose bushes to arrive in the mail. AND my garden grab bags—200 bucks worth of perennials for $20! Gotta love end-of-the-season clearances! Who knows what I'm gonna get, but how can you go wrong for that price. What I don't need or want I will give to one of my garden buddies. But with all those goodies soon-to-come, I guess I'll have to drag back out all my dirt and tools for one last hoorah.