witt's Blog

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.