Ah! Spring!!
There is nothing quite so satisfying as planting flowers. Renewing the garden, watching for the first peek of the perennials up through the soil or out from under the leaves it brings a feeling of hope.
Tonight I planted four hanging baskets worth of big purple pansies. Also put in two new floribunda rose bushes - crystal white ones - amid the lavender shrub roses. Really getting into roses lately (if lately is over the course of the last three years) but not the hybrid teas there are simply too many Japanese beetles for that to work out well as I refuse to spray chemicals all over my yard.
Purchased the corner joints for taking the veggie plot up another level and ow have to get the lumber... followed by a whole lot of dirt. And the plants. The catnip survived the winter out there and is HUGE. The thyme also survived and needs to be trimmed back as it is creeping all over the plot. Somehow onion grass got in there and needs to be yanked out. But overall the veggie plot is ready to rock. Can't wait for the tomatoes and onions and lettuce... and whatever else I decide to plant this year.
Gardening is therapy. You yank out weeds and it releases stress. You lug things around the yard and get your strength training done. Mowing the yard is exercise. And you get your hands dirty, your jeans dirty and no one gets annoyed about it. Heaven! Gardening is heaven, or as close to it as you can get in this world. It also links me back to my great-great grandmother. There is an old photo of her picking flowers in a field she looks to be in her late 80s and since family legend has her living to around 100-ish she could actually be older. It must be genetic. Whatever the excuse, I enjoy it. I can't imagine not having plants around me, not being outside in a garden or even just a yard.
It really IS heaven.
Tonight I planted four hanging baskets worth of big purple pansies. Also put in two new floribunda rose bushes - crystal white ones - amid the lavender shrub roses. Really getting into roses lately (if lately is over the course of the last three years) but not the hybrid teas there are simply too many Japanese beetles for that to work out well as I refuse to spray chemicals all over my yard.
Purchased the corner joints for taking the veggie plot up another level and ow have to get the lumber... followed by a whole lot of dirt. And the plants. The catnip survived the winter out there and is HUGE. The thyme also survived and needs to be trimmed back as it is creeping all over the plot. Somehow onion grass got in there and needs to be yanked out. But overall the veggie plot is ready to rock. Can't wait for the tomatoes and onions and lettuce... and whatever else I decide to plant this year.
Gardening is therapy. You yank out weeds and it releases stress. You lug things around the yard and get your strength training done. Mowing the yard is exercise. And you get your hands dirty, your jeans dirty and no one gets annoyed about it. Heaven! Gardening is heaven, or as close to it as you can get in this world. It also links me back to my great-great grandmother. There is an old photo of her picking flowers in a field she looks to be in her late 80s and since family legend has her living to around 100-ish she could actually be older. It must be genetic. Whatever the excuse, I enjoy it. I can't imagine not having plants around me, not being outside in a garden or even just a yard.
It really IS heaven.
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