Today, before the weather changes, Bob and I worked at digging up flower tubers.
The canna tubers were the hardest.
I was given a few tubers a couple summers ago and boy, oh boy, do those multiply and grow! It’s a good thing we plant them on huge planters–old stock tanks. Those raised beds are better than being on hands and knees.
Bob did most of the digging with a fork. I was trying to knock the dirt off the ones he gave to me. We ended up covered in soil.
All the stuff we moved will have to be moved again to put the cannas in a safe place for winter. Eventually the basement will be full of resting tubers, but not today.
Bob remembered his grandfather growing cannas in a rock garden in Illinois. I never saw one before I met Bob. It took me years to plant some of my own. I never liked the idea of having to dig them up each fall and replant them in the spring.
We have plenty to share. If you are nearby and want a few cannas of your own, just contact me and you can have a start on your spring planting.
It was the last showing at our library. I didn’t know if I’d make it, but somehow I managed to squeeze out three hours to join the fun in Seymour.
This was the second year our little library was included in the worldwide showing of the ten films featured in the Manhattan Short Film Festival.
Imagine little ole Seymour being included in this global event.
The other three showings had more viewers. Sunday afternoon is football time, after all, but we had enough people (all women) to make comments and share reactions during the break. Also, the free popcorn added to our movie event.
I can’t wait until next October when we will host the 23rd Annual Manhattan Short Film Festival.
Yesterday afternoon I was on the Internet visiting face to face with friend, Pauline, in Tasmania. At the same time, Bob was waiting for a truck to arrive to pick up the corpse of an old tractor.
I didn’t know exactly when Bob went outside. I was too involved with Pauline. We hadn’t connected in months and I didn’t want to miss the time with her–it was 3:45 pm Thursday here and 6:45 am Friday in Hobart, Tasmania. You can see why it’s hard to connect at the same time.
If I had been outside, I would have taken photos of the tractor (missing one large back wheel) as it was loaded on the truck. Bob was impressed with the process.
Months ago, someone else tried loading that tractor and couldn’t. He left it out in a spot where it was in the way. We were so glad when this truck came and was successful with the loading.
I arrived as the last chains were set in place after the tractor was loaded.
The truck couldn’t use our farm driveway as that is just mushy from all the rain. He was sure to have gotten stuck there.
Instead, he had to back out between our buildings, which was a tight squeeze.
I held my breath as he backed out. The mirrors on his truck were sure to hit the building.
No worries. This expert driver knew exactly what he was doing and was soon on the road with his load.