tick tock

At ten till five this morning, I realized that 1) I was awake and 2) I was plotting where and how I will plant daffodils in my garden. Then I thought about Katherine White sitting there, plotting out with her bulb chart in the cold of a fall day(see below). I want to plant drifts. They are mixed yellows and whites. The nicer ones get planted in clumps. I try never to plant less than 10 bulbs of anything, and ten is probably too little.

It's time. Actually it's a little late. I've got to get them planted, get more of the leaves mulched, and do something with the growing pile of dead branches. The stones are still sitting where I piled them. I need to plot out what I've been carrying around in my head, the outline of the hosta beds in the backyard that I started planting this summer and can now finish once the stone edging is in place, giving the beds a small rise above the maple tree roots. I need to buy cheap bags of composted manure from a big box store, and this is the month when they quit selling it.

Tick tock. I wish I had this interior clock for other things in my life. Do you ever realize how many little red and green lights are on from all the electronic equipment necessary for modern living? Now I was wide awake. So I got dressed in the dark, let Franklin out of his crate, and we went for a walk in the dark.