I had a great couple of days in the garden this weekend, spending my time doing hour jobs that had been collecting, stuff like changing out the batteries in the landscape lighting, clearing out the leaves from the pond, repotting the seeds I started a while back. But there were new things, too, like a landscape tree settled into the spot we took a broken porch down last fall, and I put in 25 strawberry roots under the cherry tree. Sure, they will have to be moved eventually, but for the next ten years, they’re going to look good. I’ve only got so much sun, and everything is placed for it.
Today I’m paying for it, though, being physically tired and ready to sit and let my fingers move me. It’s finally raining, too, which is great. We’re behind on our rain. I’m still trying to decide if I lost a few above-ground hosta or not. They looked a bit transparent when I pulled the frost guards off Sunday. I’m giving them a few days before I cut them off and make them start from the ground up again. I think they are okay . . .
My pond is looking posh again, and the frogs have taken up spring residence. I had it cleaned it out–splashing and dipping–before I saw this guy inches from the edge. I think he was either too warm or too cold to want to move, trusting his hiding spot to keep him safe. The water lily is sending up little leaves, and the reed overwintered great at the bottom and is now again half in, half out in one of the upper levels. I’m hoping that we’ve seen the last freezing temps, but I know that we’re at risk until the end of May. It’s going to be a long four weeks. . .
I kicked my keyboard’s butt Friday, and am moving forward into old/new material. I’m not sure I like what I wrote Friday, but it can stay for now until I get a little deeper.