Yesterday, Pooh Bear, Wise One and I buried in the fresh soil of my garden our sugar snap peas, lettuce, broccoli, and spinach sprouts. Surprisingly, many seeds survived despite Janet the annoying cat who decided to lay on the warm sunny hot house box and crush several vulnerable tender shoots. Did I mention she is one annoying cat? The brilliant Pooh Bear began to spray the outside and inside of the box from that day on to keep the kitty off the lid.
I have tried year after year to get my boys interested in their own planting projects without success. Suddenly, Wise One must have caught on for the first time by Pooh Bear's excitement over the arrival of my seed packets. He and Pooh Bear danced around proclaiming the first hints of emerging green white fingers shooting out of the black starter bundles. He begged for his own shovel and chance to sink peet pots into the dirt. I think I have two new garden buddies this season. My other true blue garden buddy for the past two years has been Petunia. When she sees me in overalls, shovel in hand, she darts straight for me, following as I dig so she can enjoy my cast off worms. She must be the smartest of all 30 of my chickens as she's the only one who has figured this easy worm thing out.
Things around my yard already blooming this week are the Forsythias, Phlox, Daffodils and Crocus (Pooh Bear has gifted me with every Crocus she can find so far). Amazingly, I've noticed it never got cold enough to kill off all my Snap Dragons from last year, so that will be easy labor flower power for me. I see buds on the Bradford Pear Trees, Climbing Clymatis, Climbing Rose, and Tulips. The Tiger Lillies, Lupine, and Iris leaves have popped up. Rosemary and Lavendar have looked weathered all winter, are perking up with warmer temperatures. I'm considering moving one lavendar from my veggie garden to the butterfly garden outside my bedroom window. Zinnias took over every inch of that bed last year including the statue of St. Anthony, a gift from my husband years ago at our former home. St. Anthony is the saint to guard children, and ironcially children in our former subdivision beheaded him. It was nothing a bit of cement glue and forgiveness couldn't fix.
I hope you have the joy of gardening in some way in your life. This is my third garden ever and I'm completely head over heels in love.
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