Jim has finished planting the vegetable garden and it appears that this year's asparagus crop is done. All vegetables have sprouted and there is a promise of fresh lettuce and spinach soon to come.
I've been busy planting annuals: 133 zinnias I sprouted in the basement earlier this spring and over a 100 impatiens. I've also completed the work I've been doing revamping a pathway around the side of the house from the gate to the patio -- hard work. While I work, I listen to the brown thrasher, warbling vireo, and Swainson's thrush songs.
First, I dug in the stones, laying each on a bed of sand. Then, I planted 32 creeping thyme all around the stones. I crossed my fingers that these thrive and fill in the open space. My hope is that the dog drags into the house just a little less mud in the long run. I get mighty weary of mopping floors and have so many other things I'd rather do with my life.
While I worked in the flower beds, I found so much winter kill I just wanted to sit and have a cry about it, but Jim reminds me how much is still alive and growing.
The tulip strategy I used last fall, planting a row within the vegetable garden fence in order to foil the rabbits, worked perfectly, a cheerful row of bright colors.
Last spring I transplanted from the Bad Lands Prairie Smoke (below), my favorite prairie wildflower and it is blooming nicely so there is a success story.
"The day you think you know, your death has happened--because now there will be no wonder and no joy and no surprise. Now you will live a dead life." Osho