GROW!
Stop the Rain By Complaining
Category Archives: Flowers in a Frothing Green
Bound To Be Proposing On
After weeks of shopping and planting, shopping and planting, nearly all of my spring planting is finished. I say nearly all because there is zero possibility I will develop some self-control and quit shopping and planting.
Last year, mint plants choked a lot of smaller plants along the center of the garden bed. Currently, I’m keeping the center covered until seedlings Pete’s developing are ready to plant. It looks a little funky, but it’s temporary.
Backstrain: it’s not just for breakfast anymore!
The Only Starfish In the Sea
Asparagus: it’s what’s for dinner.
Know Where We’ve Been
Purple tulips photographed at Longwood Gardens by Bob Hosh.
The Sunlight Plays Upon Her
Winter kicked my garden’s ass hard. This morning, I pulled a ton of material out of the composter, turned over half of the solarizing bed, cleaned extra straw and roots out the raised garden, turned over the soil, added peat moss and turned that in, then laid down the garden fabric to keep down weeds. Meanwhile, Pete set up the rain barrels, picked up broken palettes, raked out the front yard beds and repaired the screen porch where our cats sun themselves.
We took a lot of Aleve and went out for empanadas afterward because if you like joy, you should have that. And empanadas.
Is My Image Just A Bit
Bred in 1972, Just Joey a hybrid tea rose is justly famous as it has dazzling colors of orange, yellow, apricot and red! And it is also very fragrant! Photographed at the R. W. van der Goot Rose Garden in Somerset, NJ. Photo: Bob Hosh
In A Little While You’ll See
Photo by Bob Hosh. He says, “This lovely white rose infused with the palest shell-pink is labeled ‘Rose Marie’ at the R. W. van der Goot Rose Garden in Somerset, New Jersey.”
Blue And Sea of Green
Photo by Bob Hosh, taken at Longwood Gardens.
Friend of Poor Impulse Control Lorraine Doran has published Phrasebook for the Pleiades, which you should buy not just because she is our friend and a fellow traveler, but because it is freaking wonderful. Her poems are as clear as broken glass and her language is every bit as sharp and full of surprises. It’s not an expensive risk, and if you love it, the reward is tremendous. Hope you’ll pick up a copy.
If We’re Here Or Not
The temperature exceeded 70 degrees, so I turned over the compost pile and broke up chunky soil in the solarizing bed with a pitchfork. Spring is on its way.
Diamonds And An Ace Up
Every year, this mysterious tree looks depressed until all that parasitic fruit migrates to the lawn. I can’t decide how I’d like to console it, since it’s not my tree.
Poor Impulse Control 