May 10 2005

Just a nice day.

Published by at 12:10 am under Outdoors

Today the weather was perfect.  Lovely.  Sunny.  Low humidity.  It was great.

I decided that today was the day to go get the perennials for the front and side flower beds, so I went to Lowe’s.  I don’t know why I go to Lowe’s when there are a billion huge, independent greenhouses within ten miles of my house.  It is what it is.  Even though Lowe’s never has the one plant I always want and never buy – Black Eyed Susans.

So, I went to Lowe’s and got my plants.  They are all old-timey looking things, which fits our old-timey house.  Meadow sage, larkspur, delphiniums, dianthus, cheddar pink, and something which I think is called pink pincushion – but who knows since it’s now all in the ground and I’m inside.  I vaguely remember two other plants, one that my mind is insisting is called “speed freak” (uh. . . it’s late) and another one that has to do with kobolds.  Seriously.  Kobolds.

The side flower bed is my nemesis.  Last year – the first summer we were in the house – I didn’t know if anything was in it, so I let it go, other than pulling things that were obviously weeds.  The year showed me that the bed contained two hosta, three things that seem to be some breed of foxglove, and a whole lotta crazy tall weeds that bees love and I hate – I didn’t know they were actually weeds until the autumn when they turned into pickers.  This year, I decided to reposition the hosta and foxglove, and fill in the gaps with real plants – two that my mom gave me (and that she claims not to know what they are. . . she grew them from seed and forgot what she planted.  She only remembers that they attract hummingbirds.  I await the results with breath that is bated.  Wow, long parenthetical), and some of the aforementioned “old-timey” plants.  Then the dreaded flowerbed sprang its newest evil.

The fucker is full of concrete.

I have no idea what the point of this was, other than drainage, but about four inches beneath the surface, half the bed is full of large pieces of concrete.  I dug out three huge pieces, and several smaller chunks.  As an added bonus, one of the large pieces was home to a red ant colony.  I blessed my leather work gloves as I hurled that piece into the wheelbarrow.

So, my flower beds are full of perennials now, which makes me very happy.  I used to be all about annuals when we were renting, but now that we own our own property, I wanted plants that would come back year after year.  The annuals I’ll save for my as-yet-unbuilt planter boxes that The Man says he will build me, and a couple of pots I want for the front porch.

All this gardening. . . and the apple trees are blossoming. . . and the raccoons are mating in the distance (hey, it’s the country).  I guess it really is Spring.  Finally.

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