Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Garden Efficiencies

Prairie smoke, always seems to bloom just a tad before
 I get the leaves rakes from the Long Border.
This last weekend I spent most of my time puttering around my yard. It was a great weekend to pull quack grass from the hosta bed.  The quack grass is green, yet the roots are not well established, the hosta eyes have not yet emerged, but I can feel their firm points as I work protected from harm by the soil.

I scraped and painted the side of my house where the Annabelle hydrangea quickly grow, hiding the peeling paint and making it nearly impossible to paint house without getting a fair share of pinkness on hydrangea as well. I went on to untie the climbing rose and alpina clematis from the porch railing and scrape and paint that, too.

I touched up the sour apple green paint on a trellis where a climbing William Baffin will make the job tedious at best in the near future.

My yard is not yet raked and neither are the garden beds, but I am not panicked. Spending time on these chores ahead of the other just makes sense to me. It is more efficient than attempting them later. I also think it seems much more efficient, too,

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Over 100 Years in the Making


My white pine is well over 100 years old.  It is not until white pine reach that age that the bark takes on this craggy appearance.  There is so much more character there than the skin, you can hardly call it bark, on the younger pines.  I often think of the person who may have  planted this tree.  Did they envision it as this dominant player in my small yard's landscape, dwarfing the house they planted it near?  My house is a pink fairy cottage in its shadow.

I am waiting for a fierce wind to make it rain pine cones!


This little clump of crocuses are darling.

The emerging foliage of Virginia bluebells is like no other spring ephemeral.
It seems to be an almost dusky purple.



Hepatica, transplanted by ants.

The ants are always busy. I am never quite sure where I will find bloodroot next.
I am not privy to the gardening ants' garden plans.

Friday, April 17, 2015

After Taking it to the Ground...


Scilla under the privet hedge
Each year I tell myself I will move these.  Each year I do not.  They are perfectly beautiful where they are and protected from being disturbed, planted as they are within the drip line of the hedge.  As a spring ephemeral it is also a bulb which probably likes it a bit dry through the summer.

This odd little scilla was more teal than blue.
I intend to check to make sure being hidden beneath
leaves had nothing to do with its strange coloration.
Crocuses always say spring, don't they?
After being cut to the ground and having much of it removed altogether,
my dappled willow is poised to make a return display.  Hiding behind it a tray of Concord grape starts for my brother.