Crowz Nest

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I'm a bit old to be starting out in life again, but that's where I am. Sadly. Or gladly. It's where I am. Come along. Watch the fun. Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Spring afternoons in the back yard.

Though this last week has been gorgeous, it rained most of last weekend. The effect that the much needed rain had on the growing things that have overtaken both my patio and my brain was profound. Everything got green, green, green, and shot up dramatically. The Bleeding Heart, which began as tiny purplish leaves pushing their way up through the earth, has exploded. There are more things blooming every time I look around. The lilacs are starting to open up. The forsythia has exploded. The Lilies of the Valley have overtaken the garden from which I dug up all those wild roses. Remember the pictures? I dug out those roses, and was left with a big, empty, mulched oval. Look at it now! Here, there, and everywhere, there are new things blooming. Nearly all of the available space in my brain has been taken over. You have to indulge me; I've never gardened before and therefore haven't paid much attention to what's what in the plant world at all. But now I know what a Cowslip looks like, which pleases me no end.And before I'm done, I'll know what those purple flowers blooming in the woods are, too. (Some kind of phlox?)Yesterday afternoon after work, I spent the entire time pruning back dead stuff (now that things are blooming I can tell what's dead) and whipping back even more of those darned roses, trimming back the forsythia a bit so I can run the tractor to cut the grass without having the glasses snatched off my face by vines and branches and canes.I dumped three wheel barrows full of trimmings down by the spring house.












Next, I'll have to finally turn my attentions to the overgrown field so that Buc can finally come and live with me, but for now, I'm happy to work in the back yard, and then sit there with a cup of coffee and read the newspaper. I spend more time admiring my work than reading, and way more time working than admiring the results. I'm hoping the ratio will shift a bit as the summer rolls in.













The dogs are loving my new hobby. They get to stay out with me until I roll the tractor out. They chase each other, and hunt rabbits in the overgrown forsythia. And eventually, like me, they just sit and admire my work. We're all thinking that this may yet turn out to be the best place we've ever lived.

5 Comments:

Blogger Knatolee said...

See, I KNEW this house was YOU. I knew you would be happy there. I don't why, but I did. And you're doing great work in the garden.

Tara loves to hang out with me when I'm gardening!

10:39 AM  
Blogger Knatolee said...

The phlox one is puzzling me. It has the wrong leaves for phlox, I think, and it looks to me like a wildflower. The research continues!

10:07 AM  
Blogger Robin's Reports said...

How great is that you have all the new life coming up all around you. I love Spring for this very reason. It is the renewing of life and I see that it is sharing it's refreshing new life in you. Jackson loves to garden w/ me too although we haven't got too much going on now with our terrible drought.

10:21 PM  
Blogger Crowzma said...

Knatolee is my HERO! The "faux phlox" is a Money Plant. I can recognize it in the late summer and fall, when its seed pods resemble translucent silver dollars. Knatolee figured it out. Now, wouldn't it be better if there was a plant that produced real money?

10:33 PM  
Blogger Knatolee said...

Uh, KNatolee knows great ways to waste time instead of doing actual WORK!

And yes, I want a real money plant. With American dollars instead of Canadian, as they are worth more!

7:09 PM  

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