Friday flower No. 8 BONUS!
In celebration of eight straight weeks of beauty, I present my hot-ass pink dianthus.
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Things in the ground
Just a running list of what I can remember is in the ground out there, for posterity: Found in the yard: • Monkey grass (which is volunteering everywhere) • Spring star flowers (also super eager to volunteer) • Columbine • Bamboo (largely uprooted and saved for potting) • Rhododendron/azaleas • Hydrangeas • English ivy • Thrift • Rose of Sharon • Vincas (purple) • Daffodils • Dianthus • Nandina • Volunteer dogwood trees • Crepe myrtles •…
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Friday flower No. 6
This here is a purple columbine, which only bloomed because I never got around to gutting the pot it’s in, as I originally thought those clover-lookin’ leaves were weeds of some sort. Turns out they were going to produce a flower whose unopened blossom looks not unlike an honest-to-god dragon head.
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More yard babble (TL;DR)
Last night I took the trash down to the curb barefoot for the first time ever. The air was cool but the concrete was warm under my feet. The bin rolled smoothly and no neighbor dogs took notice. It was a sublime moment. Apparently I have a private crew of yard workers who will just cruise into town periodically and mow and weedeat and bring me bulbs and clumps of greenery and sprigs of trees…
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Green-thumb intervention update
I’m in the process of drawing diagrams of my flowerbeds and what’s planted where. My mom and grandmother were so giddy about being here and helping me out that they’re coming back tomorrow morning, this time with my dad and a lawnmower in tow. I need the diagrams so I won’t spontaneously forget something’s brewing in the ground in a particular spot and plant something right on top of it. They brought me a good…
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‘You decide if they’re pests’
My mom, grandmother, and youngest nephew rolled in to town today just before I had to leave for work (booo work), and unloaded an SUV full of garden tools and bulbs and bits of rooty green things they’d plucked from the Triple T Farms soil. I gave them the grand tour of the house and we made several rounds through the yard, my mom and grandmother rattling off names of plants and trees I would…
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Love letter to a lawn
The other day I woke up early, put on some ratty clothes, and tromped around the back yard, where I raked leaves into a neat little pile and then shoved them into large black plastic trash bags and carried them to the curb. I remember before I ever bought a house, I’d ride through the Memphis streets and sneer at the houses with big bags of yard waste resting on their curbs. I…
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