I’ve been in an awful rush for Winter to be over this year. It’s been really mild, as far as Winters go, but as nice as it is to curl up in front of my warm fireplace on chilly days and nights, Spring just can’t get here fast enough this time around.
Last month, I had such a bad case of the Winter blahs I went shopping in search of flowers. And found nothing. (It was February.) It’s been so warm lately, though. So yesterday, I went to find some soil conditioner, which I like much better than mulch, because you can use it in and on top of the soil, and, well.
I found everything from flowering spring plants to blueberry bushes. It was a feast for Winter-weary eyes. My husband, who is working hard a few states over, will be pleased to know I did not go overboard. The few plants I selected are starting to bloom now, and several should flower all Summer long.
I took a long time deciding, but came home with leopard’s bane, some bushy plants with purple blooms that are supposed to attract butterflies, and a few inexpensive lavender plants. I’ve been wanting some good lavender for a long time, and the last plant I purchased didn’t do well at all.
In addition to all the digging and mulching I did yesterday, I transplanted my perpetually unhappy ground-hugging gardenia – again. I’ve moved it, revived it, split it, given part of it away on several occasions, but I haven’t killed it yet.
It’s always happier in a container than in the ground, so I found the Ironite and moved the bush into a rectangular planter I never know what to do with. We’ll see how it goes this time.
My husband’s grapevine is waking up already. I know we have another month to go before the danger of frost is gone, so I hope it will be OK.
Unbelievably, our little strawberry plant, which did very little last year in the way of fruit, stayed green all winter long. Right now, it has one bloom.
Spring officially arrives Sunday. I’m trying to decide if I should go ahead and plant the lavender, or wait until the danger of frost is past. At any rate, my Indian feathers, which are already sprouting, have some flowering plants to keep them company by the mailbox until they, too, start to bloom.
If I had the space, and the money . . . but I don’t. Until then, this little garden of mine will have to do.