farmer john

Yesterday a friend of mine who visits this blog regularly but NEVER COMMENTS came by with a gift.  He has a lovely ivy plant in his apartment that I have always admired, and he gave me a meticulously grafted and lovingly potted daughter plant. 

Hannelore

This plant will now take up residence in my office, next to my coffee plant that is my private joke with myself and my cyclamen that will never bloom because my office does not experience seasonal cycles.

Her name is Hannelore, after one of my favorite characters on Questionable Content:

hanners

We decided to take a field trip to the new garden center to see if we needed to spend any frivolous money on garden-y things, and what do you know!  Turns out we did!

We discussed the various fertilizer needs of my various resident plants, none of whom had ever known the sweet touch of fertilizer yet.  I bought a few different types, one in a hilariously large quantity that will last me for about a decade.

He helped me select a rake.  Then he demonstrated its proper use to me.

I stood by, thinking this is a very good sort of friend to have.  Must try not to piss this one off.

After he left, that rake, I did employ it.

I cleared away the winter debris from the beds that i now have in play, including my fabulously double-dug perennial bed, as seen last year:

 

Double dug

And yesterday, post-raking:

perennial bed

and my heathers, now officially heathers and heaths, after the addition of two types of heaths late last summer:

Heaths

my hardy lilacs, which will need much nursing along because of the non-limey soil I stubbornly planted them in:

lilacs

my various bulbs, scattered willy-nilly across the yard:

hyacinth

my brave and noble clematis, whose year, like the Yankees, I firmly believe this is:

Clematis two

And of course the beach roses, who are thriving in the bed of soil that was burned to a crisp when that transformer blew and caused a high-voltage electrical fire that burned in our yard for over three hours:

Rosa Rugosa

I am afraid that this tree is dead and needs removal:

Dead tree to be removed

And speaking of removal, I have decided to go over my father’s head and post this thing on Craigslist, since he is clearly not going to do anything about getting rid of it:

Boat trailer

he lost the title years and years ago, and found out that it would cost more than the trailer is worth to pay all the overdue registration fees and such.  When he found this out, his reaction was to sort of shrug and say, pretty much, well, that’s that. 

That’s that?  Dad, get this THING off my lawn.  Or I will do it for you.

Editor’s note:
I have received FOURTEEN responses to my Craigslist posting in the 45 minutes it has been up, ALL of them willing to take it off my hands TODAY.  God, do I love the internet.

And, of course, I paid a visit to my grandmother’s daffodils:

Yard 07 117

That was a fair bit of raking, all told, and today I bagged it all for the dump.  Eleven bags in all.

My lawn trash bags go to eleven

And no, I still haven’t cleaned the gutters.

4 Thoughts.

  1. Hmm, I seem to remember that last year you procrastinated re: the gutters… hmm… trend?

    This might sound foolish, but why would you double dig a perennial bed? I’ve heard of double digging for vegetable gardens, but not perennials. Then again, what do I know, I kill just about any plant I can get my hands on. And if I don’t, the kittens most certainly will see the deed through.

    I am jealous of your plant-giving friend though…

  2. I am “procrastinating” on the gutters because there is a certain man of the house who keeps promising to do it. Just like last year. So. Lazy.

    And I double dug the perennial bed because Horticulture Magazine told me to. I am their slave.

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