I have been running around all weekend like a chicken with its head cut off and still, here I am at ten on Sunday morning and I have to get to the grocery store and pick up some before company gets here. I haven’t swept in fourteen years, it looks like!
Okay, gardening. I haven’t yet transplanted my tomatoes, but they need it. I got NM’s tomatoes to sprout, which makes me feel like some kind of gardening god. And I need to remember to email Rachel and ask her if she’d like some tomato seedlings.
I started some herbs last weekend, too, and the seeds are so small that I’ve ended up with like a million sprouts all crammed together. I don’t know if I should thin them or if that’s what they’re supposed to do.
But, Earth, let’s talk flowers. I cannot wait for flowers. I can’t wait to watch fat bees in my yard. Hurray!
If I had to describe my flower garden tastes, I’d call it “Messy Cottage.” In the past, I’ve not been a huge fan of annuals. But I’m intrigued by this idea of annuals that reseed themselves and delighted to learn that alyssum is one of them. But mostly, my garden will be very heavy on marigolds in hopes that it will drive the moles away. We have marigold seeds out the butt. And our dear friend has sent us over a huge baggy full of marigold seeds. And they will be strewn everywhere, in hopes that they will make the grubs decide out yard tastes bad, which should encourage the moles to move elsewhere. Knock on wood.
I hope to have a lovely patch of coneflowers. I’ve got the e. tennesseensis in and a nice place for the mix I have coming, which is supposed to be six plants of six different colors and varieties. I even have a seed mix of echinacea, but considering all that, I’m kind of thinking that maybe I’ll give it to my poor flowerless neighbors, if they were serious about wanting some flower help.
I have two different kinds of rudbeckia, one that’s supposed to bloom the year it’s planted and one that’s not. I have a “daisy mix” though none of them are white, so I’m not sure what they are exactly. And I have morning glories to wrap around the bottle tree and snap dragons because I like them and hollyhocks and columbine and some stuff the Butcher picked up that is all spikey and colorful.
I’m also going to grow foxglove, though I am a little freaked out about it.
Here is my question for you. Should I put another layer of soil in the beds before I plant, do you think? Like I said yesterday, it’s only black an inch or two down. And I don’t have enough compost yet to amend the soil with it.