It took me almost no time to prune the nandina because the Butcher trimmed it up and also the holly while I was at the dealership. So, I thought I’d start on the side bed where the bluebells grow. Mostly, it’s just me in there cutting down privet, the only harmless plant in the garden that makes me believe in just concreting over everything.
But there’s also some grass in there.
Fine. I was just going to dig them up when I realized that some is not grass. Some are hyacinths. I repeat. I’ve lived here three, going on four years, and I have NEVER planted hyacinths, nor have any, that I recollect, volunteered.
Which, you know, is nice, but it means I can’t just pull up everything that has a blade-like leaf. I have to check and make sure it’s actually grass.
Which seems like a petty thing to complain about. But there it is.
In other gardening news, my roses look amazing this year. Better than they’ve looked since I’ve been here. If I can keep the bugs off them, the blooms should be great fun.