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I got the golden creeping Jenny from my friend, but I haven't done a thing with it. My porch was a yellow mess since it rained and splashed up a misty mess. I haven't done a thing with it, either. The sun is shining beautifully today, but the wind is brisk, and it's a mite chilly. Not much yard work has been done lately by me.
Since this is supposed to be a log that I can use for a reference, I might as well log in my seed planting.
Planted April 24
parsley- 21-28 days till germination
sage- 7-21 days till germination
thyme- 8-20 days till germination
Pink splash plant is labeled hypoestes, the red splash is hypoestes phyllostachya.
Maybe I'll have something to say gardenwise tomorrow.
We got an inch and 7/10ths! I'm so pleased. The ground was so dry that I couldn't dig where I wanted to work. Maybe today. A friend wants some St. John's wort, and I really need to work on that corner of The Poison Garden. He's coming today supposedly to bring me some gold creeping jenny.
I forgot to get some of Mom's red hot poker that she wanted to get rid of. She wanted to thin it out. I was so excited seeing everyone that I totally forgot about it. We'll be going back for Mother's Day, so I guess I'd better be prepared to wield a shovel.
I haven't even gotten the pictures out of the camera because I have been swamped today. I shouldn't have spent so much time this morning playing on GG. Nothing ever gets done when I start reading it.
On our way home we drove through three or four thunder showers, but we didn't have any rain here at all when we returned. I took a walkabout and was amazed at what had exploded in my own yard. More iris, even yellow ones, clemetis, roses, azalea, and a few other flowers. We are experiencing a small shower right now. I do hope that it will last.
I thought that I would never get out of the kitchen. All I did was make a pasta salad and a pineapple upside-down cake, but it took forever. I called it my "Something for Everybody" salad. It had a million things in it. Finally I got through with it and went outside to play. I planted some more seeds only after I had to plow through all the toady-froggy holes. If I could just plant seeds, that would be easy. Instead I had to dig and dig and dig, get compost, and dig and dig, trying to get rid of the tunnels. Next it was water them in. I had to fill my little watering can a bazillion times and tote it a half a mile to water. Oh, please rain! At least I had the scarlet tanager to serenade me again. Of course, taking breaks on the porch was wonderful, getting to enjoy watching the birds. I don't think that I saw one hummingbird, though. I checked the feeders and they had nectar. I guess I shouldn't have said anything about the cool weather running them off. Oh, and Son didn't like that we put the fig tree in the Garden Garden. Hmmm. I guess he wanted to use our plot for his veggies. I supposed we messed up his ideas.
We're off today in a little while to go to Mom's for her ninetieth birthday. I will be digging a red hot poker from her yard for a friend and who knows what else if I can get that done before all the cousins arrive.
I did the things that I HAD to do while Hubby and Son did their manly man stuff, and then I started in the kitchen, but I just wasn't in the mood to do any cooking. I went outside and planted my flowers. Hubby and Son went out for Chinese. Toady frog holes all in my Herb Garden! Little babies were jumping out as I plowed through them, trying not to injure my hostas, bee balms and other things that are already growing in there. I planted the impatiens and splash plants. Funny. I didn't plant the basil in the Herb Garden. Not enough sunlight there anymore. I put that in the Front Flower Bed. Then I took a break on the porch. Hubby was back by then and joined me. Lo and behold, I heard it! The scarlet tanager. He was talking to a partner off in the tree tops. We couldn't see him, though. Suddenly, off he swooped from one tree to another--a brilliant red flash. There was just enough leaf cover that I couldn't zero in on him very well with my binocs, but I know them by their song. They serenaded me for the rest of the day. Oh, how I loved that. Now we are hoping that our indigo bunting will reappear this year also. I planted most of my seed--parsley, sage, thyme, and cosmos, which I got free in the mail. My, they were generous in the packs this year. Usually there are only a few seeds in them, but these were loaded. I thought that I never would finish. Finding an empty spot isn't easy. I never did get them all out, and I didn't plant any basil seed at all. Later. Maybe I can finish with my cooking today and get out there to plant the rest of them.
Would you believe that I had to refill the two thistle socks in the front again? They were totally empty. I just did that day before yesterday. I've never seen anything like this. You'd think that it was raining yellow leaves when a group of the goldfinches come swooping out of the trees at the same time. They shower down onto the two socks, three sunflower feeders, in the trees or underneath, wherever they can find a spot. Their whistling is getting to where it's almost deafening.
I noticed that I have my first rose blooming. Of all places it's on the one by the potting shed, which never gets any attention. It is a zephirine drouhin. The one at the porch, of course, isn't blooming yet. Also I spotted my clemetis blooming, too. I never did get a picture. I'll have to do that today.
At least it was a gorgeous day and we enjoyed some porch-sitting, which we haven't done in days and days.
Gloomy Gus was here again yesterday. I did manage to purchase a few flowers. I got a basil, impatiens, and splash plants. I haven't had a splash plant in years, so I thought that I'd try them again, just to have something different. I would have gotten more if I had had time to look, but the wretched wind wouldn't quit, and hubby couldn't take any more of it. I can't believe that I was bundled in sweats and a jacket. I'm getting really tired of wearing heavy clothes. The dang sun finally came out when I was in the middle of frying chicken, and I couldn't stop in the middle of that process. We did have a treat with the chicken. Turnips. Someone had been tilling up their garden and came across the turnips. They were so sweet it was unbelievable. Best I've ever had. Perhaps they are better when they have wintered over in the ground. I wouldn't know because we never had any luck growing them.
I learned something this morning. I was awake at 3:45 a.m. Why? Because the whippoorwill was singing his song. I thought that they only sang at dusk and dawn. It was pitch black dark at that time. I guess they get a kick out of singing the "Wake up Witt" song.
I fully intend on getting in the yard today, no matter what. It's supposed to be nice at first, and then cloud up later. Perhaps I can get some things done that I have been putting off due to the gray weather.
Right before supper I went out to refill the thistle socks. Slap empty, dangling in the breeze. Yes, again. The goldfinches are unbelievable this year. I have noticed that they, too, have begun eating off the ground like the cardinal and others. I have never seen them do that. What a sight to see. Yellow and red dots bobbing along in the green grass. I love it!
See, it doesn't take much to make me happy just a little swatch of blue sky and my troubles disappear.
As I was returning to the house, time to start supper, I noticed a toady frog hole at the base of a society garlic in the Outhouse Bed. NO! Not there. Not my beloved society garlic. I grabbed my trusty trowel and began jooging the ground. (Yes, that's my word--jooging.) There were tunnels that ran all around under there. Around my columbines (no wonder they aren't blooming yet), carnations, under the serissa, and agapanthus. I jooged all I could without actually lifting the plants and re-seating them. I had to stop, but I'll get back out there again today to see how much more damage I can find.
I still haven't planted my herb seeds. Oh, the good intentions that I have.
After all these days of gloom, we haven't gotten any rain. Probably everyone else in creation is getting showers, but none on the Bucolic Bungalow.
I went back out and started another project. I trimmed the yaupon holly and put some sprigs in the rooting pot. I got a few from the althea as well. I went from one little project to another, being interrupted by small showers that didn't spell beans. My POH was out front taking down two ugly scrub trees on the edge of the woods when I came upon the first snake of the season. It was between the Back Flower Bed and the back steps. I went to get my POH, but the snake was gone by then. It was black with yellow rings. I think it was a King snake, but even if it is harmless, it's not harmless to the chickens. Besides, with John, it's not its first name that gets him killed. At least this one got away. I became very wary of where I was walking and where I was putting my hands.
I worked on Aunt Winnie's Garden (AGAIN!) I started digging around, and it is totally undermined by dang toady frog tunnels. My elephant ears have two little sprouts on it, but the bulbs are like paper. There was a big blank space underneath them. I top-dressed the whole area around them with compost and dug it in. I did it over and over all around. I don't know if that will do any good, but I sure tried to give my poor plants a chance. All but one tiny oxalis is left. Last year it was a profusion of pink. This year, nothing.
I passed through the Patio Garden, pulling up things that I missed the other day. I don't mind pulling weeds when I can brush up against the Sweet Annie. She's so soothing, but my blood pressure did rise when I saw a few things looking like they were ready to give up the ghost. Oh, I know why. My darling husband was spraying his favorite weedkiller in the turnaround, and I guess he wasn't very careful about the Patio Garden (When is he ever?). A few cilantro, perennial petunias, and Sweet Annie are about to bite the dust. Oh, well. What can I do? (I know. Hide the Round-Up!)
My one and only azalea is about ready to burst into bloom all over. Right now only a few flowers are open, and they are the brightest shade of pink. So pretty. I guess I've never seen it go into full bloom because every year it gets hit by a frost and I get nothing.
So far my iris are all in the bud stage. I can't wait to go out and see if any of them have opened. I believe that I accomplished a little something yesterday, but it is a long way from being finished. Oh, what am I saying? It'll never be finished. There's always something more to do.
When I finally got a chance to write my blog yesterday, I couldn't get into this site. Then this morning I still had trouble. Is it me or the site?
My tall iris were bent over from the cold yesterday, but they eventually stood back up. They're still not blooming yet. I got my flowers planted. What a chore. Even after all these years of planting and replanting, mulching, lime, and compost, the Hibiscus Garden is still clay and rock riddled. POH (That's "poor old husband") was cutting debris in the woods with the chain saw. While we were taking a break, I kept eyeing that rosemary on the corner of the back flower bed. I figured since he was using the chain saw, why not go ahead and cut it down. Wouldn't you know it, the chain saw refused to crank up again. He decided that he could saw it down with his pruning saw. That took awhile because the trunk was huge, but he was determined to do it. It took forever to get that sucker up. She was well-rooted. I took my clippers and kept clipping back the smaller roots while he dug away with the shovel. Between the two of us, we finally got it out of the ground. It looks so much better. Underneath where the rosemary had grown over, there was the concrete pad that we had there for the hose cart with two bricks cemented in. Uh, oh, I think. No worry. POH got the slegehammer and busted that away. I got the area half cleaned up. I'll work on that today.I cut back some of the nandinas in the Butterfly Garden to give one of my lantanas more light. I dug up some baby nandinas as well and got them out of there. I hilled them in in the New Daffodil Bed for keeping them. Next I decided to dig up the amaryllis that have never bloomed and move them to a better spot. I prepared a nice soft spot for them (more rocks and clay). What a chore that turned out to be, but I finally got it done. I watered everything in with my captured rainwater, and I was done for the day. I was pooped. I did have to refill the thistle socks again. Voracious creatures, those goldfinches! I enjoyed watching the birdies till it was time to come in.
I didn't do anything earth-shattering in the yard yesterday except clean the hummingbird feeders again and put in fresh nectar. I did eye that rosemary on the corner. I gave her a trim, but the stem of that old thing is about three inches thick. I can't decide what I want to do with her.
The zoysia is greening up nicely and the frost missed us this morning. The big fear is tomorrow morning. I must fill my two thistle socks in the front today, and while I'm out there, I may dig the holes for my new additions to the garden--the million bells and lantana. I have two mums that don't seem like they will be returning. A third has produced new leaves quite nicely. I may use their spot.
We had to go into town early this morning, and we saw a wild turkey with his feathers glistening in the sun. It was so beautiful. If he doesn't get off the side of the road and get back into the woods, someone is going to have Thanksgiving dinner early this year.
Pray for no frost tomorrow.
It was back to cleaning out the beds. I was putting on my gloves when I looked down and there was a salamander on my shirt. I did a little dance accompanied by a few expletives. Yikes. It must have been on my gloves and jumped onto me! I finished with the Rock Garden, and then I started on the Cement Garden. I had to do some repair work where the rain gauge is. The toady frogs had a million tunnels in there. I dug all that up and moved the gauge to the Rock Garden. There are toady frog holes in there too. I was having to put myself in all kinds of contortions to get out the mess without trampling the plants. The spirea was sticking me in the butt and face every whichway I turned. I had to stop and clip off the dead branches before I worked around it anymore. I accidentally cut some green, but no worry, I just poked them into a pot to see if I could root them. I was from one different thing to another all day long. I had to take a lot of breaks because my bender-overer is about shot. It's looking halfway decent out there now.
I put out the rest of the Holland Bulb Booster so that I could take advantage of the rain. We got 3/10ths.
I was blessed with birds. What a colorful sight. There were all the goldfinches, cardinals, the green hummers, and even Mr. Bluebird put on a show. It made all the others look bland, but I enjoyed their antics, too.
I ended the day on the back patio in hopes of bird watching, but there was no activity back there at all. I wonder why. As I sat there, I kept looking at that old rosemary by the Back Forty. One half of it is completely dead from all Mr. Mole's messings. I went out there and tore into it. When I finished getting all the deadwood out, it looked really pitiful. I think that we'll just do away with it altogether. It's not like I don't have any other ones. What is it? Seven more?
As you can expect, I was really pooped at day's end. I was told that I snored all night long. I must have been really tired because it didn't bother me a bit.
Back to my project. I got the Poison Garden cleaned up and went to the Hibiscus Garden. There I ran into swarming ants. They turned out not to be fire ants, so I just worked around them. I was pretty much pooped after this, but I did make an attempt at the Rock Garden. I'll have to work on that one today. When does the fun part start?
Help stamp out mole hills.
I'm a leaf on the wind.
A living legend needs eggs.
Chickens are people, too.
It takes time to tat.
Whoopeee! I saw my first hummingbird yesterday at 6 p.m. I had washed and refilled all the feeders for the third time this season at 3 p.m. I had just sat down at my Thinking Bench to take a little break and there he was. He took eight sips and flew off in front of me over to a tree on the far side of the house. I ran into the house to tell my husband. Then I continued to sit there. He came back, took four sips, and flew off behind me. Aha, I think. He's hooked. I kept watching the feeder, which was only about eight feet away from my head. I caught a flash out of the corner of my right eye. He had come from behind me and flew up into the tree about ten feet to my right. He sat there preening for a few minutes and off he flew to the front of the house. I didn't have the energy to run after him to see if he were sipping from the feeder in the front. Lo and behold, here he came again. This time he only drank four sips. Yep. I was counting. By this time, it was time for me to come in. I hope that this one was a returning visitor and brings his friends with him today. I can't wait to get outside again today to see.
I got the Quarter Round in the front freshly strawed. I pulled up the Heavenly Bamboo that was continually falling over. I dug up the soil again, clipped off one of the limbs that I thought was making it unbalanced and replanted it. Now, if Mr. Mole and Ms. Froggie would just stay out of there, this bed is finished until I put in some summer annuals.
I started de-leafing the Herb Garden. I only got about half of it done, but that was two packed bucketloads. La Poulaille got one and the Biddy Barn got the other. I told the girls in the Double X Duplex that they would just have to wait till tomorrow. My benderoverer had had it for the day. There was no sign of the caladiums under all those leaves, but maybe with the weather being warmer for the next few days, ithey may pop out if there is any life in them.
I did get my boots on, and I did go outside, but I sure didn't accomplish much. I turned my compost pile because it was growing weeds. My son and husband mowed the lawn, not that it needed it much except in a few places. That did get up some of the leaves, though. I had told them to catch the leaves and start a new compost heap, but instead they put it all in the burn pile. The reason being weed seeds. Hrrumph! Then I spotted the garden hose coiled up in my back flower bed. I wouldn't mind that so much if it hadn't been atop a lily and a mystery plant that was coming back that had thrilled me so. That was sort of the last straw. I was cold and already irked, so I bit my tongue and went inside to tat. It was just too uncomfortable to try to work outside especially when my son started weedeating. Well, there goes my plants around the borders of the beds, I think. When I finished the "Spring Peony" that I had already started, (That's the second picture in my photos.) I discovered that it was too small. I had not done all the rows. I was working from memory. That was foolish. What memory? (I wrote it down last night so that I could remember the pattern and do the next one correctly.) I was disgusted with myself so I decided to make my husband some cookies. At least someone would be happy around here.
Back to that mystery plant: I checked on it after the garden hose was removed. It wasn't broken; however, the lily had lost a few leaves, but it was still ok. I don't know what this little plant is, but someone gave it to me last year. I had kept it in a pot throughout the summer. It has either purple or bluish tiny flowers and the gray leaves are hairy. I'm sure that it's some kind of old-timey plant because she got it from her mother who had had it forever. This piece had broken off and taken root in the back bed. The big one in the pot was transplanted in one of the beds in the front at the end of the summer, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of it yet. I suspect that it didn't make it. If this little one will bloom, I'll have to get someone to identify it for me. I like collecting the old-fahsioned flowers especially if it comes from a friend or family.
I hope to get outside today and accomplish something.
I told myself when I first found this site that I was going to start a log here on April 1. As you can see, it is already April 7. You know the old saying about good intentions...
It's dreary here again today. No rain, but cool and hazy. Yesterday there wasn't enough sun to cast a shadow. I have some seeds that I want to plant, but it isn't warm enough for that yet. Since the big Easter freeze of last year was around April 8, I'm assuming that we aren't going to have another frost this year, but I'll hold off on my seed planting till a bit later. I know that the ground can't be very warm yet. My husband is anxious to get started with tomatoes. I feel that it's too cool for that too. They'll just sit there until it becomes warmer.
It's only 50 degrees here yet this morning, but I think that I'll put on my boots, go out and de-leaf the Herb Garden, which actually no longer has any herbs right now except some bee balm. That area became too shady due to the growth of the mimosa tree. The bee balm has sprouted there and a few hostas are coming up. If I don't get those winter leaves and mimosa pods out of there, nothing will have a chance to come up when it does warm up. I had the most beautiful caladiums in there last year. I was going to winter them over out of the ground, but I never got them dug up. Let's keep our fingers crossed and hope that there is life down under the debris. I want to plant some parsley in this bed. I've had it there in the past and it looked great. Maybe I shall be lucky enough to get the parsley to sprout. You know that parsley has to go to the devil 7 times before it does well, the old-timers say. I have seeds for a curly leaf this time. I don't know what happened to my flat-leaf parsley patch that I have had for years in the back bed. I just let them reseed there, but this year, I haven't seen a thing coming up.
My husband if off now to get some pine straw. Yeah, I know it's pine needles, but that's what we say in the South.
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