trying not to kill the beautiful things
[Taken April 26, 2019 at 6:44PM]
A few years back, I planted some 50 bulbs worth of ‘Angelique,’ a pink peony-flowering tulip.
This is not one of those. I have never seen it before. It has not previously bloomed in the five or so springs we’ve been in this house.
Welcome to the Front Garden, little lady.
Granted, Bloom Day was technically five days ago… but I got outside two days before that (with my “good camera,” no less) to document the return of Spring color to my Zone 6 borders, so I present the following without further comment:
[Taken April 8, 2019 at 7:25PM]
My Thanksgiving cactus sometimes has delusions of being an Easter cactus. This year, it seems to think it’s a St. Patrick’s Day cactus.
The first Saturday of March was unfrigid enough to get me outside with the reciprocating saw Aaron bought me for Christmas. I broke down the one largish branch and one smallish branch that came down during last month’s ice storm, and I cut back one stand of switchgrass.
I’m not asking our lawn guys to cut down anything ever again. I’ve had too many healthy perennials whacked to the ground that should NOT have been pruned in the spring. (How a dormant hydrangea resembles switchgrass is beyond me.)