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 •…
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.
Right now, before the great sweltering of 2010 sets in, there is nothing finer than sitting out in my back yard with the torches going, just listening to the frogs and the FedEx planes and the trains and the wind — one big quasi-urban symphony pulsing with life at all times. Nothing finer. INSTAMATIC UPDATE! Yes, I need to mow. In the past week, my yard has gone from charmingly unkempt to HONEY, I SHRUNK…
I trudged out into the back yard just now to hang up the bird feeder and gauge the weather (judging from the temperature inside my house, it’s a chilly 60 or so outside; this is hardly the case), and scope out the flowerbeds, which have yet to get any real attention from me, as I am waiting on my mom to come to town to tell me what to do with which bed. I just…
Okay, so, technically it’s a weed, but it worked just as hard to get there as everything else did. Maybe even harder.
I didn’t grow these springy beauts. They are what I like to refer to as “doghouse flowers.” And that’s all I’ll say about that.
Had a pretty good weekend, despite the weather situation. Had some people over Sunday night. Ate, drank, and cooed at babies. Good times, I’d score it. It’s time to do some spring cleaning. In every possible way.
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