I have four lengthy yet unfinished posts in the queue. However, the sun has been shining a lot more in these parts lately, so I've traded my blogging obsession for my gardening infatuation. I'm pretty sure it's a healthier pursuit physically, but I sure miss all you guys.
I'll return to my regular posting schedule when I finish transplanting perennials and filling terra cotta pots with colors so vivid they're almost obscene.
If I didn't have to work, I think I would take a part time summer job in a nursery and milk the employee discount.
I love the name of this rose, "Paint the Town." I just planted this a month ago, but I'm already dazzled by it's brilliance.
I love these pots. I have two that flank my front entryway and they're my pride and joy. In the autumn, I fill them with mums, and as December nears I decorate them with evergreens or mini Christmas trees. One of my favorite days of the year, though, is the day I go to the nursery and decide what color combination I'll use and return home with a truck full of plants ready to be potted. I love the smell of the dirt and the fresh greenery. I baby these displays, deadheading them each morning and fertilizing them every Saturday.
If you were to watch me garden, you'd wonder why I just walk around sometimes, staring at the beds in deep concentration. I'm in another world. I'm imagining plant placement, figuring out what needs to be moved, deciding that the Polenium Caeroleum needs to be relocated to the flower beds near the front walk because the 125 pound beast is crushing the tender plants with his massive paws. I'm making mental lists of all the plants I would love to have and imagining a yard filled with fragrance and color for three or four months out of the Minnesota year.
Because of Clark's aforementioned girth, I've made the executive decision to cover the hill behind my house in hardy rosebushes. I have a Darwinian approach to rose gardening-survival of the fittest. I will not put frail and needy tea roses or hybrids in my yard. They're too demanding and prone to failure in our Zone 4 climate. They require constant chemical spraying, an extra blanket of protection during winter months, and still they aren't satisfied-they are the divas of the horticultural world. Shrub roses are a perfect compromise, often more fragrant than their sissified counterparts and they take a brutal winter beating and still return to life each spring requiring nothing more of the gardener than a clean up pruning.
For the gardener on a budget, I highly recommend Craigslist. I got a bunch of incredibly beautiful irises like this last year and I'm already going to have to divide them. You get to meet some awfully nice people this way, too.
Amazingly, the rabbits have stayed out of my front flower beds this year. These hostas were decimated last year, but have been untouched by the rodents this season. It might have something to do with Nori, or they could be just satisfying themselves with all the extra birdseed laying beneath my feeders.
Sadly, gardening is often plagued by disappointments and frustration. Case in point, my once flawless front lawn...
I have only two words to say about this...
I will return later this week with a delicious new recipe!