May. 12th, 2013 10:25 pm
Two days in the garden
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muckefuckIt wasn't the best weather this weekend, but it was good enough to get some gardening done. Scooter wanted help replanting the firebush in a planter out front, but he was taking his wife out for Mother's Day a day early, so Saturday I concentrated on repotting everything that's gotten rootbound indoors, from azaleas to begonias. I also did a little rearranging of our plot, such as taking out some chives and shifting the sage.
I would've planted some herbs as well if not for predictions of lows uncomfortably close to freezing tonight. After Monday, the weather's supposed finally stay mild, so might as well put things off a couple days. I did sow the parsley and dill, once I figured out where to put them. Today I threw in some rapini as well in the space where the bush used to be, to compensate for the eventual loss of the area on the other side.
I also spent some time messing with the clematis, trying to weave it into the trellis and away from smotherable plants on the ground. We have an additional couple volunteers midway between the two purples clemates on the alley side, so I've moved the rose trellis into place above them. Naturally our plant is already going all Audrey II; I can foresee a summer of fighting off its tendrils at all points.
As long as we were out front digging a big hole in the ground, I made some tiny ones for the periwinkle we picked up at Gethsemane after brunch. This may finally be the year it fills in by the house. The test specimen on the parkway is doing fantastically, so I put in some more near it with the hopes of creating a real patch. On the theory that the woodruff test plants perished due to lack of water, I chose what seemed to be damper spots (e.g. along the curb, behind the pavers) for some transplants from our plot. If they do well, I may relocate the entire patch before it overruns anything the clematis hasn't (although that assumes I'll find something else which can survive back there).
Too bad the dogwood won't be joining them. Whether it was the winter or the recent replantings, my little bit of Missouri didn't make it. Dad said he may yet dig up the mature specimen in his front lawn and bring it up here for me. At the very least, I should get some of the oregano from his doorstep; it blows away the plant left behind by the previous tenants (and which we still haven't been able to exterminate completely).
I would've planted some herbs as well if not for predictions of lows uncomfortably close to freezing tonight. After Monday, the weather's supposed finally stay mild, so might as well put things off a couple days. I did sow the parsley and dill, once I figured out where to put them. Today I threw in some rapini as well in the space where the bush used to be, to compensate for the eventual loss of the area on the other side.
I also spent some time messing with the clematis, trying to weave it into the trellis and away from smotherable plants on the ground. We have an additional couple volunteers midway between the two purples clemates on the alley side, so I've moved the rose trellis into place above them. Naturally our plant is already going all Audrey II; I can foresee a summer of fighting off its tendrils at all points.
As long as we were out front digging a big hole in the ground, I made some tiny ones for the periwinkle we picked up at Gethsemane after brunch. This may finally be the year it fills in by the house. The test specimen on the parkway is doing fantastically, so I put in some more near it with the hopes of creating a real patch. On the theory that the woodruff test plants perished due to lack of water, I chose what seemed to be damper spots (e.g. along the curb, behind the pavers) for some transplants from our plot. If they do well, I may relocate the entire patch before it overruns anything the clematis hasn't (although that assumes I'll find something else which can survive back there).
Too bad the dogwood won't be joining them. Whether it was the winter or the recent replantings, my little bit of Missouri didn't make it. Dad said he may yet dig up the mature specimen in his front lawn and bring it up here for me. At the very least, I should get some of the oregano from his doorstep; it blows away the plant left behind by the previous tenants (and which we still haven't been able to exterminate completely).