Garden 337

A cottage garden in an urban setting

The Covid Garden: May Bloom Day

I confess that the longest periods spent in the gardens these past couple of weeks have been devoted to misguided attempts to remove hair from my dogs. They are both standard poodles, and they need regular haircuts. I bought a decent battery operated clipper. Once charged, I led Lucy, my two year old poodle, to the Secret Garden, sat down, and began cutting. Shaving would be a better word, though. I worked on her no more than 10 minutes and decided to stop. I would tackle more later. Because the weather turned cold, later came a few days, um, later. Honestly, she looks like an escapee from a horror movie. Over the course of a week, I was able to shave the parts of her that were likely to mat.

The more difficult task was Bridget. I confess, I’ve barely begun. She only has three legs, so her stamina isn’t all that great. My goal is to keep her from getting matted, and to shave off the dingy white hair. I’m looking at her right now and she’s still really dingy, even in the places that I ran the clippers. I don’t think I have the patience to groom my dogs. I am going to always generously tip my dog groomer.

All of this Covid-19 sheltering in place has been depressing. The private dog park where I take my two year old standard poodle closed down for about a month.

Anyway, it’s hard to celebrate my gardens. But, I just called the irrigation company and made an appointment for them to turn on the system. And, I called the landscaping company to order the shredded bark that goes on all the beds. And, my garden guy has been in the gardens twice and will be returning for more prep, transplanting, and general sprucing. There are things happening in the gardens and I decided that my best approach for documenting would be close ups. So, I dusted off the closest macro lens and started searching for beauty. Odd, that picked up my spirits.

Thank you to Carol who dreamed up Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day as a way to showcase each month what is happening in our gardens.

This Hair allium will be finding a home in someone else’s garden. It’s interesting, but I don’t really see a place for it’s brand of interesting.

This allium, though, one of the globe type that have those huge round flower heads, will always be a keeper. I heard that some people spray paint the seed heads and I may have to try that this summer.

This, too, is a globe allium, ready to burst its buttons.

I take a picture of the bleeding heart every spring and all of them look pretty much the same. Most of the images in this Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day post were taken in the early evening after a day of rain. So, fading light and raindrops were my friend.

There were lots of fiddle heads starting to unfurl. I don’t know what the name of this fern is; a neighbor gave it to me. It has since gotten divided and planted in various shady spots in the Secret Garden.

I think the timing of this shot is perfect. I didn’t plant this columbine in the Secret Garden, but somehow it traveled there. I think the buds look like stern little fairies. Do you see their faces?

Gotta love those hellebores.

A friend gave me this lovely hellebore.

This solitary trillium lives under the Kousa dogwood in the Secret Garden. She was definitely ready for her closeup.

We’ve had a series of late frosts and I’m not sure yet how they affected the cherry tree.

You can see at the top left what happens when frost bites the cherry blossoms.

I read an article that discussed the “medical” end of an epidemic and the “social” end. The author noted that we were now in the social ending of Covid. I knew we were there last week when there was a rapid increase in traffic. I travel daily to the dog park and, masked and gloved, stop mostly at groceries stores on the way back. Today it will be corn tortillas.

I do know that the medical end of this pandemic will not end for a long time.

About Me

I haven’t always been a gardener, but I have always loved gardens. It has taken 16 years to get my gardens into the shape they are today. And, I’ve had help. I’m 74 years old, have rheumatoid arthritis, and had a late stage cancer six years ago. I am, though, intrepid. I’m the kind of person who plods along, tailoring my goals as I go. Last November I had a long overdue knee replacement surgery and I’m hoping this spring, summer, and fall will be able to maintain and find even more joy working in all of my garden beds. Full disclosure, though. I have a garden guy who comes once a week to work in my gardens.


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