Spent quite a lot of time in the garden this weekend – probably a good thing or else I’d have to change my name from Mumsflowers to…well, something else.
Saturday morning I weeded around the church flag pole and watched as the veteran flower gardener plant her favorite annuals. The bleeding heart she planted last year is just gorgeous right now and the daisies are all but blooming. She added petunias, marigolds, and a couple other varieties whose names escape me right now.
In the afternoon I planted four “early girl” and four “beefsteak” tomatoes and a hill of zucchini in the family garden patch. H supervised mostly, but did lend a hand at turning over the earth for the tomatoes and helped hauling water.
Today DH had to go to work in the afternoon — so to fend off mindlessly wasting the day, I headed to our local Ace Hardware to pick up some pansies to put around the flowerbeds. The pansies are in honor of Grandma Popo who loved their little monkey-faces so much.
Of course, I didn’t stop with the pansies.
Found some miniature snapdragons that were pretty and then…what? They have perennials? Oh wow…
I didn’t go hogwild, but did pick up:
I first thought I’d put the dianthus and “early sunrise” back into the flowerbed along the fence; I’d lost the coreopsis after the second year and then this spring, while DH vigorously raked away layer upon layer of oak leaves, he also took out my dianthus “agatha”. I could have cried — it was one of the first to flower and I really like their carnation-y scent. Oh well.
Instead, I put “early sunrise” amongst the lady’s mantle, columbine, and penstemon. The dianthus is in front of that, near the sidewalk. The coreopsis rosea is down the way a bit, near the purple leafed heuchera and the peony bush (which is full of buds! Yay!)
Back to the annuals: I scattered the pansies and snapdragons along the front of the house near the daisies, purple coneflower, columbine, yarrow and salvia — pretty much to fill in while the recently-moved perennials get established.
While doing all that, I manged to stir up the ant colony that has taken up residence in the decaying unidentified stump near the russian sage…man, were they ever agitated. They just poured out of the stump like water out of a faucet! They aren’t carpenter ants — so I am still debating whether to get rid of them or just let them be. You probably should know that as a kid, I watched ants and their hills with such a fascination — so with these, I figure as long as they are not in the house, I’d be happy to leave them alone to do their thing.
All in all — a pretty nice weekend. Except no word on the puppy front…wah!
