My mom brought me a pot of these little orange flowers and they spent their first week here all wilty, as though they were exasperated and on some sort of floral fainting couch, but now they have perked up and seem to be doing fine. Only problem is I’m not sure what they are. They have long stems. Lazygardenweb, any help? Bonus flowers this week! A lily from my mom’s garden and a daisy (or…
The lilies my mom transplanted for me finally bloomed! My camera can’t seem to handle bright red! I should figure out why! And fix it!
Since early spring, a certain bratty-looking leafy plant has been popping up all over my yard. All over it. Up through monkey grass, up through hydrangeas, around the roses, out in the middle of the yard where it has no neighbors, along the driveway, hugging concrete, around the bird bath, peeking through the slits in the fence from my neighbor’s side, everywhere. At first I mistook it for some kind of volunteer tree, until I…
Monday night I came home with a hatch full of Turner-grown greenery, gifted to me by my mom, who just keeps finding things she wants me to try in my yard. I went over all the special instructions in my head (put this in dirt as soon as you get home, apply some rootone to this but shake off the excess before planting, the seeds in this bag will mold if they get any prolonged…
This here’s a blanket flower. I wish I had more money because if I had more money, I’d be using these things as ground cover.
Mom, dad, and the nephews came down Sunday and we went to a Redbirds game. We were among a dozen or so people in attendance on what turned out to be a lovely evening. I am exaggerating. There had to be thirty people there. It felt nice to show off the park and even nicer that the Redbirds won. Going to those games is bittersweet; it’s always fun but when I go, I see how…
My yard — hell, my entire neighborhood — smells like honeysuckle right now. The entirety of the western fence in my back yard is draped with the stuff. I snuck two licks of nectar the other day and thought about all those times as a kid I’d been out in a pasture somewhere and felt like I’d found some exotic delicacy when I came upon a clump of sweet honeysuckle blooms.
In celebration of eight straight weeks of beauty, I present my hot-ass pink dianthus.
Yet another beautiful thing in my yard that I had absolutely nothing to do with. I have always been intimidated by roses, so how cool is it to know that if I just continue not killing this one, it will reappear every spring?
I think it was Megan who, several weeks ago, said that my photos of the yard remind her of some magical wonderland (I’m paraphrasing, unless that’s her direct quote). Which is so funny to me because I totally shoot macros of blooms for that specific effect (and to pretend like the areas of the yard that are flower-free don’t exist). But then today I was out transferring some snapdragons to the front bed and I…
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