Weeds growing for another week

Spring to date is disappointing. Rain, cold, overly brief opportunities to help the garden along. Today was the same. Laura and I went shopping for a few more hanging basket plants, and left them on the porch, protected from the nasty, cold wind.

Then there was sunshine, and we went out to pot up our purchases. The wind dropped, the sun stayed, and the rest of my crew was called outside to to tackle a project. It was not warm, but it was warm enough.

There are very old anemones in one of the plots by the steps.

And outside the plot.

There is one checkered lily there that has survived on years of neglect.

And two checkered lilies way over here almost at the road.

Jan knows she planted three lilies and a couple of anemone years ago.

Any one else thinking forgetful squirrel or chipmunk, here?

We moved them all over to the realm of anemone and colchicum.

And gave the lilies their own little place. See the three of them?

Now for the yucca that never went away.

Shadow helpers are grunting for Hamilton.

And emerged to help replace the yucca we moved in the fall.

Several didn't make it.

This year we carefully kept the roots oriented in the same direction.

We'll see.

This end is looking pretty good.

When the colchicum die back I hope the succulent ground covers have spread a lot.

This end is looking good, too.

We're waiting for the tall guys in back to bloom.

I think they're iris.

This summer's project is to fill in the big garden,

And redo these two little plots.

This is Eubha, a rescue Cairn we brought home almost four years ago.

A puppy mill mama.

Her ears were notched at every litter.

One ear fell off from all the notches.

She wanders around eating worms, slugs and dandelions.

I leaned on the rail admiring the prospect.

Pinks in the lower right, doing well. 

The rose right behind.

Brown eyed Susans.

Clematis starting up the trellis.

Over on the left, the mystery plants,

the Solomon'seals, 

Butterfly plants (don't remember the name),

peonies, 

and another big old storm rolling in from the west.

The weeds are on their own for another week.