Three perfect days in November

By N.A. Booko

Pittsboro, NC – I’m sure there have been many, I just can’t recall. The last three days, perfectly perfect days in early November. I mean perfect. Sunny, not too hot, not too cool and no rain. I always think to myself I’m going to get so much stuff done. Stuff I’ve put off for weeks. I don’t rake leaves now, I do that in February. Easier for me. But all the other stuff! I must have re-potted at least fifty plants. Plants that should have been re-potted a long time ago. And actually got some plants into the ground that were long over due.

person wearing black lace up sneakers standing on green grass with fallen leaves
Photo by Artem Beliaikin

But the other things; I sat in the garden and talked with my cousin in Florida via phone, for well over an hour. I had a hydrangea sale going on but only one person seemed to notice. That’s fine, they will be prime specimens next March/April/May. My eyelids are already catching glimpses of those futuristic blooms.

Stopped to inspect one new flower bed I just added last month. It is doing well, and promises to be a mini showplace in the spring. Leaves and acorns abound. Some of those acorns have roots over five inches long and nowhere to anchor it. The hostas are dying back with some pretty amazing yellow tones. They are the backbone of the garden and so dependable.

Yep, I got a lot done. Three days with a little work and plenty of daydreaming.

Dreams usually cost you anything and they certainly are inspiring . . .