For your viewing pleasure, Spring in Colorado –
There Ya Have It – Stay Tuned for the call I got from NCIS – –
As promised, here’s some snapshots of what’s been getting done around the place the past week or so – Final push on the the north eastern perimeter wall is tomorrow, and I managed to hobble around, get some weeding and light raking done today, but taking it easy so me and the man-child can whip in and get ‘er done tomorrow – hopefully, the rain/snow forecast for Wednesday/Thursday will clear out in time for Friday-Fruit-Bush-Delivery Day!
And for the grand finale, the south and southwestern area slated for ‘kitchen garden’ is shaping up nicely – still work to do in middle area, but posting the journey –
Remember when this area looked like this?:
After somehow managing to build and launch 4 websites in 7 weeks, one of which was the biggest site I’ve ever done – I’m happily diving back into my gardening and writing plans.
Since you most likely thought I was dead, given my long silence, I shall not further shock your system by making you read a 10,000 word essay on what I’ve been doing since last we met – – rather, I’ll share my 1,000 words at a time with some pics:
Remember the Rain of the Century we got last August?
The lovely rain meant the weed that turns into tumbleweeds grew like crazy and our area has been inundated with a gazillion of these sticky, spiny, trashy wayfarers.
I’ve hauled off two truckloads to the town heap, as I’m not certain I’m an advanced enough composter to ensure heat enough to kill the seeds –
The ditch, full of water last August, still holds some tumbleweeds even after gallant efforts by me and the boy – we nearly had them all out two days ago, but alas, a few more blew back in –
Remember the purple water-sucking-hog plant from last spring?
It raised it’s beautiful head again this year and has been positively identified as Wild Purple Tansy Mustard. But this year, I’ve won, at least so far.
The gifts of Daylillies, Vinca and Bishop’s last August are doing fine as frog’s hair, as are my divided irises and the rhubarb I moved from next to the propane tank into the newly thinned iris bed – alas, the wild roses transplanted from my mom’s garden don’t look so hot, but waiting to see if anything happens in the next few weeks before ripping them out. The late-planted, drought tolerant grass of last fall is somewhat sparse, but already making plans to overseed.
Remember my ‘shade the west wall with plants’ idea from last summer? Well, last fall I ordered Jerusalem artichokes and wandered around my place trying to figure out where to plant them – they get tall, are perennial and die back in winter – and finally smacked myself in the forehead and said, “West Side!” Although I’ve never grown them, I believe they are starting to poke their heads out, because the same looking leaves are poking out in carefully measured spots
Of the plants I foolishly purchased on my way to the doctor last fall, only to discover I had pneumonia, not many have made it – or at least don’t look like they have – the Wooly Thyme and Cascading Snow are looking pretty bleak –
However, Mystery Plant 1 and 2 are doing awesome – and yes, I will buy a permanent marker and plant ID stakes so I can remember what I’m planting this year:
While working last weekend, the ladybugs deigned to visit me when I was worn out and wondering, once more, if I’m doing things right and will Mother Nature bless my endeavors? No pics of them, I was too tired to go get the camera, but while snapping pics this a.m., my friend, the Robin was nice enough to pose:
And last, but not least, the pretty, native to my place groundcover that blooms with beautiful purple stalks in July – I carefully kept every area of it and it is coming along nicely
Stay tuned for the great Strawberry Invasion…
Okay – as you know, I always strive to see the silver linings – mainly because they clue me in to the humungous dark cloud approaching.
And these past few weeks, I’ve not been at my best. Health, multiple set-backs regarding my plans and schedule, due to other people’s schedules, the weather, full moons and such have left me feeling that perhaps I’m not on the right path, after all.
But last night, the child-unit, recently returned from visiting his dad, hollered at me to come quick. I tread out in stocking feet, wondering what catastrophe has happened now.
I gazed where he was pointing:
These beautiful, unidentified-at-this-time flowers are located in an area scheduled for weeding and re-planting. Had I not been distracted from this area by a host of other troubles, the short, spiny weedy looking things would have been pulled three weeks ago and I would have missed out on knowing the beauty already planted there.
Would have ignorantly ripped from the earth a perennial that apparently, really likes it here and flourishes.
This latest discovery has reinforced my belief that procrastination is not the horrible thing it’s made out to be…
And made me grateful for all that kept me from completing this area’s project ‘On Time’.
This morning, I also looked at an area that was completed on schedule – I was told I most likely would not get any blooms this year, but that come fall, I can dig, separate, replant and maybe next year…
Surprise, Surprise, Surprise! First bloom appearing!
After 2 days of running chauffeur duties, I finally got to spend some time this evening playing in the dirt. I have crowded irises (to be divided this fall), suspected tulips and five prolific rhubarb areas to rescue from weeds, and get worked into the overall landscaping plan, as well as a couple of ground covers and vines to identify before I start covering, building garden beds and planting low-water, ground cover everywhere else.
Why rip something up, cover, buy and replant when I can just save what is already here?
Who should drive by while I’m up to my elbows in mulch, but Mr. Gardener Extraordinaire (aka Mr. GE from now on), who also ran the local filling station here for over 40 years. When I was a child, he always had a cold soda for me to enjoy while he and Dad had a beer and shot the breeze when we stopped in to fill up the truck tank after a long day’s work.
I believe candy bars were handed out too, but don’t tell – Mom still doesn’t know why I wouldn’t eat supper…
Mr. GE has gardened the same plot here in town for nearly 60 years. His place is small enough that even with companion planting and rotation, he can no longer grow heirloom tomatoes or cabbages. He’s worried about the continuing bee population decline – gave me best wishes on my plans for flowers, bee hotels and a natural hive (not for me to raid, but for bees to feel at home). We agreed it was a global problem and pondered in silence for awhile, contemplating the enormity of it all.
For some time, we visited while standing by the newly mulched irises I had rescued from weeds (again – – now that we’ve gotten rain and it’s finally warmed up, the weeds are making up for lost time) and thinking someone in their 80’s might like to sit, I finally asked if he still liked a cold beer now and again – did he’d have time sit for a spell and chat?
He did, and we did and here’s what I learned:
He’s alone now, the kids have moved away and his wife passed on awhile back. Four walls close in on him sometimes.
I told him that’s okay, stop by anytime we’ll have a cold one and a chat…
He doesn’t often indulge in a beer much anymore or radishes –
That’s okay, I’ll make lemonade or ice tea or have on hand what he does want…
Ain’t I too busy to be stopping and chatting?
Nope, I reply – Never. Life’s too short to miss out on an afternoon chat.
What I didn’t say was, “You really think I’m too busy to stop and listen to someone who actually knows what’s going on?”
Maybe I’ll tell him next time… Which I hope is soon…