Monday, May 2, 2016

Yellow Iris

The yellow iris is blooming.

This makes me happy.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

What Is It?

A couple of days ago I was cleaning up the side yard and I found this....thing.

I think it's a rhizome or a tuber or something.  Hopefully a flower.  It was buried under a pile of leaves and sticks in the side yard where I haven't planted anything.  In the whole time I've lived here, nothing's ever grown in that particular spot except dandelions, and I swear if this is a freakishly large dandelion of some sort I will throw things and say bad words.  But I don't really think it's a dandelion, because look at those leaves.

When I pulled up the floor of the side porch a couple of years ago, I found remnants of whatever bush Mrs. Kelly (the wife of the original owner of my house) had planted there.  (It had to be Mrs. Kelly, because the porch was built onto the house about 1910 and Mrs. Kelly was still alive then.)  Now I'm hoping this thing is that bush, resurrected.  Is that even possible?  Just in case it is, I planted the thing in one of my gardens.

Does anyone know what this might be?

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Lo And Behold

Last fall I got this crazy stupid genius idea to move a rose bush from the east side of the house to the back yard so it could grow on the picket fence instead of sprawling all over the yard and getting run over by the lawnmower every two weeks. (I warred with the yard guy all last year over his penchant for mowing down my flowers and he won't be back this year.)  Not just any little ol' rose bush, though--a behemoth rose bush that had been growing on the side of the house for decades.  It really needed a better location, because it had been planted way too close to the foundation of the house and it had a mulberry tree growing up through the middle of it. I couldn't kill the tree without also killing the rose bush, so I spent the better part of two days digging a gigantic hole in the yard to get to the roots of the rose bush. When I say "gigantic", I mean a hole so big that Marion asked me if I was mad at him and planning to put him in that hole. 

After I replanted the rose bush in its new location, all the leaves fell off and it looked dead.  My neighbor Gwen (she of the beautiful back-yard garden) told me not to worry. This Spring, while everything else was leafing out, that rose bush looked like a pile of sticks stuck in the ground.  I was sure I'd killed it, and I kicked myself over that.

Then yesterday Gwen came over and asked how the rose bush is doing.  "I killed it," I told her.  "I am a rose bush murderer."

She poked around in the dead leaves at the base of the rose bush.  "Look!" she exclaimed.

I saw one little reddish rose bush leaf poking out.  "Oh my gosh! Is that what I think it is?!"

I scrabbled at the rest of the dead leaves with my fingers, and lo and behold, even more rose bush leaves.  Healthy-looking ones.  Six shoots in all.  True, two of them are so teeny-tiny that they can barely be seen, but they're there.  Proof of life.  I am not a rose bush murderer after all.