Exactly three weeks ago, gentle readers, this scene of carnage met your tender, unshielded eyes:
How times have changed! As the s**w has retreated, I’ve been out raking bits of lawn on three separate occasions. The frontest of the front yard is now cleared of sticks and autumn-leaf mulch, the upper backyard is swept of sticks and deep-freeze doggy-doos, and…
Well, never mind. If the plants can rise above this morning’s flurry with dignified calm, so can –
THAT DOES IT! THE NEXT ONE OF YOU CLOWNS TO SING “I’M DREAMING OF A WHITE EASTER” LOSES YOUR BEER TICKETS!
Greeting the (now admittedly half-over) Spring are perennials located at three spots in the following photo: in the corner where the public walk meets the front walk; in a patch framed by the wrought-iron diamond; and along the stepping-stone path between the stones and the house. Say hello, plantlets!
First. When the rest of the front yard had been laid bare, the corner where the sidewalks meet still had a slab of ice over it, making it a less fortunate spot for spring bulbs than I had imagined when I planted them here last fall. At last, though, a quarter-inch spike of greenery appeared yesterday.
When I went out for a photo op this morning, two of its buddies had joined it. Scoobly-doobly-bop-de-woo-woo…
Next. A few years ago, E.g.’s childhood friend Gordon and his husband Martin came for a visit. Gordon brought several plants, one of which was a Great Blue Lobelia in an itty-bitty pot. I’m happy to announce that not only have I managed not to kill it, it gave a nice show last year and is raring to go for this year.
Finally. As part of last year’s “gardening rewards program” freebies, I brought home some out-of-place foxglove seedlings in late summer from E.g.’s parents’ place. On the understanding that they like to reside on the edge between shade and sun, I set them along the stepping stones that run between the front walk and the parking pad. And look, here they are now!