Are you excited about spring yet? Yeah, I know. If you live in some parts of the country you can’t get excited just yet. But hey, like death and taxes, spring does come. Eventually.
It just came sooner here. Which means it’s time to garden. Well, I don’t really garden. I’m good at killing plants, but just can’t seem to get the knack of the green thumb. .I’ve tried, but really, anything I plant faces a death sentence. So, we have Kenny. Kenny comes every two weeks to do our gardening. He’s been busy ripping out the detritus from winter and finally, it’s time to plant.
Now that we’ve finished our Moroccan garden up front (except for replacing plants that didn’t make it through the freezes this winter), the mostly barren back yard is our focus. We dropped by the nursery the other day to pick up a few things for Kenny to plant.
I love the intricate, symmetrical pattern of dahlias. I have a few outside the family room door and I wanted some more.
These delicate, feminine blossoms make me feel the same. Yeah, I know, I’m not a delicate flower, not by any means. But down deep? Yeah, I am. I love these frilly, tissue-thin petals.
Pops of color so bright they always look over-exposed make for a happy-looking garden. Also, M’s color blindness means he only sees hues of red/orange/yellow. I always like to include colors that he can see, something that a gardener we once had didn’t seem to understand at all. So now, I pick the pots of color, Kenny plants. M can see these just fine.
Color. Living color. My house is full of color and my yard has to be full of color. There seems to be a lot of purple in my house and now there’s more outside.
Roses in back are mostly yellow, but some other colors have begun appearing as well.
Yellow’s not my favorite flower color, except for daises. There’s not a cheerier flower than a daisy.
Hot lips, that’s what these are called. They’re doing very well in a spot that doesn’t get much sun and I got another pot of them to fill in.
Variegated flowers lend texture and interest. Purple again.
More pink and white. I never get sick of that combination.
Kenny hasn’t finished, but once he does, I’ll be happily sitting in the back yard with a book, looking a little like this:
Tiptoeing through the tulips. If I had tulips.