I did a bunch of errands today including driving into town. I visited my MD and found he could provide a good home to two of my surplus Manchurian Apricots (Prunus mandshurica). In the morning I dug some holes for TLW to plant some Russian Sage (Perovskia atriplicifolia). I waited out the heat of the day and then decided I should repot some maples that were getting crowded in their current pots. I had three Manitoba Maples (Acer negundo) and two Tatarian Maples (Acer tataricum). I want to keep them in pots until the fall to maximize their chances of surviving roaming deer and hares chewing on them out in the yard.
I went out through the garage and picked up my outdoor shoes only to receive a shot in the middle finger of my right hand. At first I thought it might have been a spider but it was a bee. It didn’t have to sting me. I learned that lesson 60 years ago. Don’t mess with them! I guess it had become lost in the garage and crawled into the shoe for shelter. I must have pinched it between my finger and the inside of the shoe. It could not fly or crawl afterwards so it was in a pretty bad way. My attention was immediately drawn by the intense pain. I fled to the kitchen and applied ice. After ten minutes or so the pain subsided and after 20 minutes I resumed puttering. The trees seem happy in their fresh soil, free of weeds, fertilized, watered and placed in full sun. They’ve already grown 20cm or so. They will be real trees in a few years.
Sigh. Just when you think you’ve mastered life and have control of your environment, Nature gives you a kick to remind you how insignificant your wishes are.