Tag: Garden

Seedlings, hosta haircuts, the historic garden, and more daylilies bloom

The seedling planter is off the patio. It will soon go back into the garage until next spring. The seedlings are looking more and more like daylilies and are in pots in the “pepper garden” area, with the lavender. Oh yes, and a stray sunflower. Doggone bird seed! 🙂

They will stay there until fall and then find their new home. Their new home will probably not be the seedling garden from last year, as that does not get as much sun as it seems they may need. Hubs got a bigger grill that casts a larger shadow, and I need that area for hostas that are burning – with the tree gone in front and the clematis removed in back. Change, change.

The hostas are also getting love this weekend. I have made the decision not to harvest any hosta seed pods this year, so the ones that are done blooming got a haircut. Here’s an example.

The bees so love the blooms, so I left the few that were still in that category. But soon.

Trimming the hosta scapes as they go to seed will help them preserve energy for the plant. Not sure that is needed – hahaha – as they are getting huge, but just in case. And I may divide a few, if energy allows. We shall see.

The second side of the historic cemetery fence garden also got lots of love this weekend – 32 bags of mulch. Lots of love from way more than me – WAY more!

Removing rock, pulling plastic, laying landscape fabric, sourcing mulch, which is rapidly disappearing. Incredible effort!!! It looks SOOOOO good!!! This picture doesn’t even do it justice. It just goes on and on and on down the hilly slope.

7 more bags of mulch are in storage – in the back of my husband’s truck, which he wants back haha – to go on that side, and then quits for the season there. Mulch is getting harder and harder to find, and $5/bag is not my jam. Hopefully, fingers crossed, the 7 bags will do it.

Next up for the cemetery garden is iris transplanting. But talk is not do, so I will wait to share on that til I have pics of the completed pieces.

I will wrap up with more daylily love. Yesterday the Purple D’Oro had 7 (!) blooms.

Today 3

Today South Seas is also blooming.

Yesterday morning also brought early morning bloom pretties Tirzah and South Seas.

And Just Plum Happy was, well, Just Plum Happy!

That’s ok, Gramma still loves you

We are Grandparents to one sweet 2 year old, another on the way, and 4 very sturdy dogs. The kind of dogs where they do not, at all, get the “garden” concept – lol. When you are a dog, plants are targets, and, to be successful, getting the right footing to hit the target just right is pretty dog-gone important! Right? Sometimes they have to step on stuff. Sometimes it doesn’t spring back, and then later gets hits by the mower.

That’s ok. Around here we love our Grand-dogs wayyyy more than a hosta leaf. For absolutely sure! And now the baby bunnies have an opening to quickly identify a place to run and hide when the raptors visit.

All is good.

First scape

This is the first scape of the season, a hosta scape, on the Guacamole.

And, as part of my efforts to use the seeds I already had, some aging, I planted some some Guacamole hosta seeds I harvested. They were from 2020. When I planted them I didn’t put them in the seedling planter, and the birds and or bunnies dug at it a bit. I brought it in the house, and didn’t expect much. One day last week I noticed this.

I have never grown hostas from seeds before, and the seeds were pollinator creations, so we shall see what becomes of the seedlings.

Mulch, glorious mulch

I have entered dangerous territory, going down a rabbit hole, contemplating rock vs mulch in the garden. For me, as an earth mama, rock is for accents, mulch is for plants. Landscape rock is supposed to be low maintenance, but in all reality, over time, it just looks gross, all full of non-rock stuff, as if nature itself is trying to cover it up. But … mulch requires maintenance, and if no one wants to do that, well then, rock, and routinely blow off the debris as much as possible, and call ‘er good.

Such is the dilemma.

I leave you with one of my happiest recent earth mama creations. This was at the little house up north by the shore of Lake Superior. I do so miss that yard. I loved to putz around there.

A little bit of up north

A long weekend of up north therapy is our perfect remedy to the wear and tear of everyday modern life. Mowing trails, fixing solar lights after a long very snowy winter, cleaning up fallen trees, branches, and sticks and having our first campfire of the season felt great after long hours at a desk.

My husband had been up during the previous week, but it was my first look of the season – always fun and interesting. The daffodils and grape hyacinth must be deer and bunny repellant as I see the spent daffodils flowers are intact and the grape hyacinth are blooming.

That area is perfect for a spring naturalized garden, so I am hoping it continues. Come June, the ferns start to come in and take over, but for now it is still early enough to show low growing beauty.

It was a very long very snowy winter and the deer pics on the trail cams show skinny young bucks, but there is also a very pregnant doe. Hurray! A good sight! Now we hope she delivers well, and the wolves don’t get the fawn(s). The trail cams also show a turkey, another very nice sight.

Just being in the woods and camp was wonderful. While I was out in the “yard” I heard branches cracking and down the trail a deer ran across. I think there might have been two, but by the time I looked I only saw one. And while I was out in the yard relaxing another time, here comes a big hare, right behind the outhouse, nice long stride. Treats, experienced, not caught on camera, but very nurturing. Being in the moment. Although we do know the big hare very well. It has lots of appearances on one trail cam, lots of antics 🙂

I was able to catch a pic of a new (to us) bird species – the rose-breasted grosbeak.

Looks like a couple. Thinking they were hoping for seed. Alas, last time we did that, Mr. Bear showed up after we left! A bent shepherd’s hook, a missing bird feeder, a broken solar lamp, and a battered grill handle were it’s “hey, how ya doin’?” from that visit. Thinking a hanging feeder between two trees will be needed before we try seed again. All down the road.

My husband said stats are that the average vacation property owner sells around 5 years. You know, the dream wears off and what is left is a work camp. Trying to be mindful of that as we embark on our fifth season of the up north adventure. It is a lot of work, and the romance does wear off very quickly – think heavy wood ticks this year already – but it is an awesome off grid reset.