This year’s spring garden: unexpected joys, and things that make me go hmmm…
The lost Old Fashioned Sherbet peony that bloomed for the first time in 6 or 7 years. Joy!
The corpses of my 10 year old lavender bushes, usually impervious to winter cold, dead as doornails in the perennial bed. They’re not only merely dead. They’re really most sincerely dead. Hmmm…
The antique white peonies whose flowers are as big as your head. No. Really. They’re as big as your head. Joy!
The 10 year old redbud tree, nestled in its tableau of vigorously growing holly trees, dead as a door nail. I know they’re short-lived but… but… Hmmmm…
New leaves erupting from the crowns of hardy-to-minus-ten degree fig trees that survived the minus 20 degree winter. Joy!
The robins that follow me around the garden, gobbling up insects unearthed in the wake of my gardening spade. Joy!
Fuzzy green poppy buds, fat as babies fists, nodding on plants I thought would never bloom again because their roots had been disturbed by an enterprising vole two winters past. Joy!
Two 3 year old rose bushes, usually impervious to winter cold, dead as doornails in the perennial bed. I’ve seen rose bushes that were ill. But I’ve never seen a rose bush die. I’ve even tried to kill them on purpose. And failed. Hmmmm…
Henbane in my irises and Lamb’s Quarters in my raised beds. Come here, Jesus!
My teenage son’s happy whistle while he shovels topsoil and compost into the wheelbarrow, sparing my arthritic back a week of disabling pain. Joy!
Getting the damned front bed ready for its transformation into a shade meadow. Joy!
The UPS man arriving with packages labeled, “live plants.” Joy!
The end of the university semester so that I can get back to the garden, and get back to blogging! JOY!