We’re afraid to say it too loudly around here in case the other shoe drops and a snowstorm originally headed for Saskatchewan takes a right and decides it would be fun to visit Massachusetts, but, shh! spring might actually be here.
I celebrated with, what else? - work.
How many affirmations of warmer weather do you see here?
1- open window 2- laundry on the line 3 - blooming forsythia and 4 - finally, no snow
Things are sprouting all over – my vinca’s cheery blue flowers are popping out and should soon be joined by the daffodils that have found their way into this flower bed. Also in this section of theyard is a hefty maple tree, and it generously (in fact too generously) rains down lovely red leaves in the fall. It also sends out a confetti of 6.25 trillion helicoptering seeds when we’re not looking. When they land they burrow in amongst the vinca faster than a paranoid paratrooper behind enemy lines, each one dropping down a tap root freakishly out of proportion to the tiny leaves that finally appear topside.
|Do you see the culprit there in the middle?|
I knew I needed to get these unwelcome invaders out before they got so strong that the only thing to slow them down would be clippers. Today’s gardening was the usual balancing act of finding all the maple shoots and getting them up before my already-unhappy disk rebelled completely.
As I alternately squatted, leaned over double, and sat in the garden looking for the tiny ½ inch tell-tale reddish leaves, I wished for a mercenary six-year-old whom I could pay – what? a nickel? – for every evil little sprout he brought me.
Really, you need to find that kid. A little OCD wouldn't hurt either. We wound up with only half a dozen bird seed sprouts and it seems the squirrels ate all the acorns. But--from someone whose back likes to go into open rebellion, find that kid. They learn easily what the bad seed looks like. (I'm so glad all our maples are out back!)ReplyDelete
Considering the buckets of sunflower shells from our birdfeeders I'm surprised our backyard isn't one big sunflower patch, but they never sprout. Too bad - I would have liked that.Delete
Just got back from Google about the Vinca. I wasn't aware of a perennial version. Will check that out. I'm looking for a mercenary youngun also.ReplyDelete
I think it's vinca, although it looks a lot like my grandfather's periwinkle.Delete
Vinca-Periwinkle; It's the same plant. There are different varieties and colours of flowers available, but it's the same plant.Delete
Aha! Mystery solved.Delete
I can send you a few kiddos to pull those buggers up but they are too busy pulling out the dandelions and soon will be blowing the feathers off of the to reseed on our lawn.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Barb, but it sounds like their kind of help brings its own issues!Delete
You had a monstrous amount of snow this winter. No wonder you say spring and still think snow.ReplyDelete
Isn't that just so annoying?ReplyDelete
Our precious flowers have delicate roots systems, yet stuff we don't want in there has tough tap roots clear down to the centre of the earth.
maples are nasty in their proliferations and beautiful in their color.ReplyDelete
We went straight from Sprinter to Sprummer this year.....but yes.....not too loudly, just in case.ReplyDelete
Love your new seasons, Delores! Yes, today's going to be in the 80s. Last weekend it was 20 degrees cooler.Delete
I can't believe you have pulled out that many sprouts from the vinca. A nickel a sprout would be pretty good money for a six year old.ReplyDelete
I'm a desperate woman.ReplyDelete
I remember my first encounter with those little helicopter seeds. We were at Daddy's college reunion in Guelph, Ontario and someone showed me what those infant bits of maple tree could do. I spent hours sitting on the front step of one of the buildings - while others were visiting and 'reunioning' - dropping and retrieving. It was a very pleasant afternoon for a four-year-old girl! Of course I never had to deal with the fallout . . .ReplyDelete
We have those same little sprouts, and we have vinca too! So I understand. :)ReplyDelete
it's pecan trees here and all those pecans that the squirrels buried have loved all the rain we had this winter and spring. everytime I think I have finally gotten all the pecan tree sprouts, another dozen show up.ReplyDelete