I meant to give you guys a gardening update. Did I tell you I nabbed all the crocuses at the grocery store up on the Rim once they went on sale? And how I planted them along the dry creek in the back yard? And how I drag everyone that comes to my house around my yard to point at all the places there may be plants at some point?
And, doing that, I’ve noticed a couple of things–One, the bulbs saraclark brought me from Andrew Jackson’s have sent up a couple of tiny green leaves just poking up through the dirt, as have the bulbs NM brought me, as has one of the daffodil bulbs that got planted in the front bed. I hope that’s okay, since we’ve not even had winter yet, but I’m trusting that they know what they’re doing. Also, I’m pleased to have some proof of life, as I was afraid I’d screwed up planting them. Two, we still haven’t settled whether to pull the pine trees out of what I’d like to see become a peonie… peony… bed.
Dad is sure they’re there for some reason. I think the reason that they’re there is obvious: because they grew there! What I’d like to see there eventually is an archway covered with a climbing rose. I wonder if I could transplant the one growing near the clothesline? And hopefully people would walk through the archway rather than through my peonies. I’m talking to you, especially, dog.
But also, I noticed that we have a shit-ton of moles. So, I’m looking for a line on about a hundred pinwheels to set out in the yard to encourage them to go elsewhere.
Ha. Our neighbors will love that.
In sad news, all the dead trees that could have been the basis for my bottle tree have now been chopped down and turned into fireword.