The wonderful thing about spring is that just when you think it will never get here, it does. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready for it. Between concerts and grades I’ve been careening from one thing to another. But everything should be winding down a bit this week. It’s not like I have nothing to do, but I have less planning. And that means I can think about the garden. Of course, the garden doesn’t need my thinking. It just does what it does.
I managed to get rid of a clump of Strawberry Candy day lilies. I’ve never liked them and I think they are now pretty much banished to other people’s gardens. I also took out the pigmy barberry bushes. I never liked those, either. And, in fact, I’ve moved them three times since I first planted them under the magnolia tree in the front garden. Pretty soon the hollies by the Secret Garden entrance will be gone. I’ve given one away already, and I have a friend who would like the other two.
Yesterday it was close to 80 degrees, but I was stuck in the commercial kitchen baking ahead for the farmers market. Today it is raining and I just heard more thunder roll through. Callie ducked under the striped chair next to the fireplace. Thunder is not her thing.
Garden 337 