I’m not much for digging in the dirt. Cut the grass? I’m on it. Whack the weeds? Lemme at ’em. Trim the hedges? Heck yes. Whatever grows in my yard, I’ll maintain it! Or kill it if I don’t like it. I’m talking about you, dandelions. But actually plant things? Meh.
The woman who built my house was beginning to landscape the yard nicely when, sadly, serious illness forced her to sell. The next owner rented out the house for several years, and naturally the place didn’t receive a full measure of love and care. The first few years of my ownership have been dedicated to cleaning up the joint, on a shoestring budget no less. But now that work is mostly done, and I have a little money, and I do like petunias. And despite my distaste for digging I do own all the necessary tools. So I spent some time the other night getting my hands dirty. It wasn’t glorious. But aren’t the results lovely?
I like crocuses, too. Back when I lived in the church’s parsonage, I snapped a nice one. Check it out.
Last updated on 10 March 2020 by Jim Grey