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Gardening, yo
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:06 amI'm sure Paul will be along sometime today to agree with me that gardening is a satisfying thing.
Our big yard improvement project started a month ago when King and I hit the nursery for drought-loving plant life. This didn't stop me from choosing three camellias, but I did also get jasmine, skullcap, angel's trumpet, and Mexican oregano.
I added a rose bush a couple weeks ago, a New Dawn climber. It followed me home, I swear.
It's been a steadyish project since then to get the plants in the ground. We've taken up railroad ties long past their prime. Some have been replaced, some have not. The ones that made a bed next to our front door are gone, and good riddance. The square they made never looked anything but miserly.
Yesterday was the rose bush and the camellias and the skullcap. It was just neat this morning to go out and see them in the ground, neat in their newness.
Long since in are the coleus, fire flower and rosemary. The coleus was nearly drowned in a torrential rain, and looked like it was going to need shovel pruning, but it actually bounced back and is spreading. That was King's big purchase, and he's proud of it. I think the fire flower (I think that's what it's called) needs a trimming back, as it looks leggy. The rosemary is dawdling, but will catch up.
There is nothing not to love about rosemary, unless you plain don't like the smell. It doesn't need babying, grows like crazy, can be pruned and trained into shapes, gives up its smelly love with only a brush of the fingers, and you can eat it. It's absolutely the perfect plant. It even wins over roses on all accounts (including cooking), because it's not a picky picky princess like a rose.
Girl Child and I also started a bunch of seeds: globe basil, pumpkin, moon flower, tomato, sunflowers, and morning glories. The early risers are the pumpkins, moon flowers, and basil. The tomatoes are peeking. The morning glories are thinking about it. I'm trying to remember where I thought I was putting these things.
The gardening yesterday made an instant joke of the shower I took, but the busted knuckles and dirty nails, and the view this morning were worth it.
Our big yard improvement project started a month ago when King and I hit the nursery for drought-loving plant life. This didn't stop me from choosing three camellias, but I did also get jasmine, skullcap, angel's trumpet, and Mexican oregano.
I added a rose bush a couple weeks ago, a New Dawn climber. It followed me home, I swear.
It's been a steadyish project since then to get the plants in the ground. We've taken up railroad ties long past their prime. Some have been replaced, some have not. The ones that made a bed next to our front door are gone, and good riddance. The square they made never looked anything but miserly.
Yesterday was the rose bush and the camellias and the skullcap. It was just neat this morning to go out and see them in the ground, neat in their newness.
Long since in are the coleus, fire flower and rosemary. The coleus was nearly drowned in a torrential rain, and looked like it was going to need shovel pruning, but it actually bounced back and is spreading. That was King's big purchase, and he's proud of it. I think the fire flower (I think that's what it's called) needs a trimming back, as it looks leggy. The rosemary is dawdling, but will catch up.
There is nothing not to love about rosemary, unless you plain don't like the smell. It doesn't need babying, grows like crazy, can be pruned and trained into shapes, gives up its smelly love with only a brush of the fingers, and you can eat it. It's absolutely the perfect plant. It even wins over roses on all accounts (including cooking), because it's not a picky picky princess like a rose.
Girl Child and I also started a bunch of seeds: globe basil, pumpkin, moon flower, tomato, sunflowers, and morning glories. The early risers are the pumpkins, moon flowers, and basil. The tomatoes are peeking. The morning glories are thinking about it. I'm trying to remember where I thought I was putting these things.
The gardening yesterday made an instant joke of the shower I took, but the busted knuckles and dirty nails, and the view this morning were worth it.
