The herb garden--upper half. See how the creeping thyme has crept!
I made a slow and sluggish start to my day--after a third night of poor sleep.
I had gotten through trundling the vacuum cleaner clumsily about, watered plants, scooped the litter boxes, all the while feeling that I wanted to curl up in a quiet corner.
J. came in and announced that he had errands in town and would be going on to Campbellsville.
I agreed to go if we could stop at Lowes.
It was already 80 degrees F by 10 oclock.
I waited through J.'s errands, drowsing in the car, a favorite gardening book in my lap.
My errand at Lowes was shopping for a trellis for the white clematis, picking up some bags of soil mix.
Flowers on the blackberry canes.
We were presented with more options for trellises than I expected.
Some were quite ornate with embellishments that would be hidden by any thriving plant.
Since the clematis vines are not heavy we chose a simple flat trellis.
Lowes garden and plant display area utilizes some sort of electronic bird scaring device which creates shrill
chitters and squawks, evidently mimicing a large predatory bird; the repetative sound track also includes some ominous hissings meant to discourage sparrows and the like from invading the garden displays.
I bought 3 pots of dianthus Fire Witch to use as part of the edging for the rock-enclosed bed.
A display of columbines [aquilegia] caught my attention. I have some tiny self-sown ones getting lost in the rampage of mints near the Double-Red Knockout roses.
I chose one in periwinkle blue and white--it is a near replica of the one I planted in WY in memory of my dear Oscar-cat.
There were pots of un-named peonies @ 12.98 each. Not a bad price. There was one I coveted--a single white with bold gold stamens. I passed it by, thinking of frugality [and the fact that my peony garden is full.]
I suppose it was inevitable that on arriving home I immediately wished I had bought the peony!
Back at home, I headed out to the shop to transplant tomatoes, happened to glance toward the
I ran for my camera before proceeding to gloat over the first two blooms on my tree peony.
I beleive I bought this last spring. It was planted in the first border along the drive. D. and I dis-interred it and moved it to the new planting area. I didn't expect much from it this year, but see!
I wish my camera was capable of catching the texture of the petals--like crinkled tissue paper with a
Peonies are such an established plant in old New England gardens that I tend to forget their Asian origins.
Something about this blossom has a very Oriental personna.
I shall have to see if the plant label survived the move.
J. put the flat trellis in place and gave some of the clematis vines a hand up the wires.
There is still a tangled clump at the base.
I am thinking at some point I will move the heavier trellis and replace it with another of the flat ones.
The heavy black trellis is quite sturdy enough to support a climbing rose--and there are several of those on my wish-list.
I closed out my day by potting on 50 tomato seedlings.
I'm not sure where I'm going to put these, as the hoped-for greenhouse has not yet materialized.
The plan has morphed from a free-standing 'kit' structure to a 'stick-built' one which will be attached to the back [south] wall of the small shop/garage which J. intends to renovate.
Last spring I crowded containers of seedlings onto the workbenches under the shop windows. These at the moment are strewed with tools of every description.
I have about two dozen tomato seedlings remaining to pot on; a pot of achillea, one of foxglove, another of lavender have yet to grow to transplanting size.
It seems to me that one needs hours of leisure to stroll about and contemplate the beauties of spring.
I can only pray for the stamina to accomplish some of the chores that accompany the season.