Life has just been cruising by the last couple of days. No angst, no crazy switches, pretty much nothing but just doing what we do and being pretty mellow.
Of course, this means that something really scary is going to crop up shortly, but for now, I'm going with the peace and quiet and thinking that life is pretty damn pleasant right now.
It's time to start dealing the the garden. I've offered the Boy hard cash for reedging all the perennial beds, and to dig up a couple of new spaces for some Buddleia (butterfly bush) plants. They take a lot of room, as they grow very bushy and tall, and we've got the perfect spot for them. I can't wait to see them full grown.
My humongous azalea is starting to bloom. It should be in full bloom tomorrow or Sunday and I'll shoot a photo or two. It's the most gorgeous bush. The smaller azaleas are already blooming. They're a deep red color, not quite as spectacular as my giant one.
I need to hit the garden center to get some herbs for my herb pots. I've got basel and parsley already, as I keep them on the kitchen windowsill all winter, but I'm going to put in dill, taragon, and of course rosemary. I've got more mint than I know what to do with growing all around my ridiculous roses. We also have chives in large clumps. I might try oregano again this summer. I've never known what to do with all that oregano, though. It's not a flavor I'm that fond of.
I love gardening and I'm somewhat overwhelmed by the size of the property I've now got under my green thumb. I've never had such amazing full sun, such large stretches of space, and so much of a canvas to work with. Last summer I was watching to see what would grown where, because I didn't know what we had. This summer I know what we have, what we need, what I want, and what timetable I have. This is going to be a multi-year project. There are things to remove (already took down a huge sucker oak tree and some unknown bushes), things to divide (the gigantic clump of siberian iris that is about 3' in circumference), and things to just get rid of (rose bushes that just don't perform).
It's all so exciting. Or maybe it's just exciting for me. My kids hate gardening (they say) although they're the first ones to eat tomatos and cucumbers till warm from the sun. Methinks they just hate the work gardening takes to reap the benefits. Oh well, tough noogies for them. Stumble It! JBlog Me