Well, I finally did it. I got every green thing that I could stuck into a pot, a plot or a raised bed–no bunks, though (too prone to night-time pranks; I have wildlife to manage that; the raccoons and opossums are such kidders. Gotta take skunks seriously anytime.). Some of the hardier ones look as though they might survive, the plants, I mean; wildlife is always just cruisin’ through the food supply. I became the mortal enemy of a whole bunch of dandelions–not that I have anything against dandelions, when they’re in bloom, I say, “Go for it” but once they’re gone to seed, they’re plenty ugly and bent on getting serious about SEEDS to spread even farther next year. Cleared away whole bunches of dead stuff that should have been disposed of last fall so the green things could actually be seen. Went around the yard–front and back–trying to determine what some of those plants actually are; the only way I can get even a clue is if they are flowering. I tend to purchase bulbs and seeds and sprouts based on the pictures on the packages, put them in random locations, then totally forget about what has gone in where. Flowers I can get some idea of but leaves are a mystery to be revealed at some later date. My most recognizable foliage right now is on the strawberry plants. They are recognizable as strawberries, all right, but I’ve noticed that none of the ones for sale in the garden emporiums– at least the ones I have seen–tell the prospective purchaser what KIND they are; there are actual varieties that have names and characteristics and information of all kinds, but one would never know from the tags that are on them in their little pots at the garden center.. I do have some wild ones growing in the back yard but they are usually so small as to be virtually worthless and don’t taste like much either.
I also cleaned up the majority of the garage. “All” would have been stretching a point..and the birdseed from over the winter which I swept put should be a nice treat for the birds who feasted all that cold time and are now having to find a new cafeteria in the neighborhood. Reminds me of a saying back in the old days : “Root, hog, or die.” Get out there and hustle, birdies.
