It’s been raining. A lot. Which is good on many levels, because I’d rather have it rain on my garden than me have to water it, but it also means I haven’t been doing much outside, other than watch to see if things finally are starting to grow. The woodland portion of my […]
The bulbs are out in nearly full force – the tulips are just about to come out (some early ones already are), and most everything else is already out. My favorites (the muscari) are out in the back yard, and the Solomon’s seal is starting to poke its way above ground. This was the first
The daffodils are out – looking lovely. Everything’s way ahead of schedule. There are forsythia blooming in sunnier spots of the neighborhood. This is particularly freaky for me, as the year I was born (in late April), the forsythia were blooming, which was early for around here, so my mother waxes nostalgic on the rare
I’m glad at least something is blooming in the garden – it’s making my insane garden fever at least a little bit realistic. I had a dream last night that I was at some sort of garden center, and they carried every single variety of plant I’ve been mulling over maybe buying this year, so
Why yes, those are budding crocus in my garden. It’s gotten warmer, and the bulbs are back in force. Thankfully, this is the only thing threatening to bloom at the moment, but even my iris are starting to green up a bit, which I have to admit is a bit freaky. I actually had a
These are my new best friends. After watching some neighbors one year, I’ve been bagging my leaves by using a trash can as a bag holder, and using a snow shovel to get the leaves into the bag. Last spring, I saw the green claw hand extenders next to the shovel in a magazine, and
I love my landlord. He was around doing the yard work that generates crap that we can’t haul anywhere since we’re not actually homeowners ™, and I asked if it would be ok if we tackled trying to get rid of the rose bush from hell (which I have dubbed Operation Napalm). Not only did
