When warm weather arrives,
I can't wait to head outside to work (and play) in my garden.
Honestly, I don't even think about indoor decorating once the garden calls.
It's like my favorite naturalist, John Muir, said, "The mountains are calling and I must go."
For me, spring is calling and I must go!
It won't be long til the allium and phlox, early bloomers,
are blooming and the garden looks like this photo from last year.
This year I finally ordered a load of compost (a level amount in the bed of a pickup truck),
to enrich my soil and feed my plants.
Let me tell you, my friends, a "yard" of compost is a LOT of compost.
The pile under the white tarp was originally double the size in this photo.
It's gradually shrinking.
I've spread it over the bare spots in my lawn and sprinkled grass seed,
then added it to all my perennial beds and put some aside to mix in
with my potting soil when it's time to plant flowers.
And guess what?
I still have enough left over to cover both of my neighbors' yards!
Ron also pruned a dead limb from the big ash tree this year
and I snagged the smaller branches to lay over the seed.
Hopefully, this will keep birds and squirrels from snacking on the seeds.
We recently had a big snowstorm and the moisture should help the seeds germinate.
Once the snow is melted, I'm going to spread more compost on the lawn.
That can't happen too soon.
Although I'm fine with using dried or artificial plants indoors,
there's one faux thing I can't handle.
Yes, the real thing is more work but you can't beat walking on a cool grassy lawn
in your bare feet on a hot summer day -- once the snow melts.