>It just permeates the air this time of year. Spring! It is everywhere I look and my green thumb is getting itchy. I can’t look around as I walk in the grocery store these days as they have displays of plants for sale outside. Impulse buying of plants is one of my seven deadly sins!
But I revel in walking around my yard, peeking under mulch to see if that plant that has looked long dead through the winter has sprung a sprout. That’s really a huge part of it- I feel, like I am playing the lottery and I’m waiting to see if my little number ball shoots up through the tube into the holder. Is that plant alive…could that be a hint of a bud on it’s branch…Yes! The Number 5 ball!
My iris have just started emerging, making me wait so long I swore I had killed them with my divisions this summer…but no, they waited just long enough to make me sweat and then, surprise, we’re here…where’s the party?
Rock rose, chewed to near-death by the deer in the driveway bed, I thought for sure was a goner. I mean, how can you survive being the main course for 6 months? But there it was, finding life despite the gobs of deer saliva probably caked on it
Bachelors buttons, sprung from seed I threw in a little trough in the winter. This brings up one of my least favorite gardening activities…thinning. Just to utter it makes me feel like the god-like creature choosing who lives and who dies. Here you see the aftermath- the sad “thinned” and the “survivors” who may go on to win big money if they don’t get kicked off the island
You know, it makes it clear I should never be on one of those shows where it might come down to me choosing who has to get kicked off. I would be the loser who would say “I can’t do it. Just kick me off instead!” Like that guy on Project Runway…oh, stop it…you know you watch that show.
Oh, here’s one of my favorite “Life” photos. My Texas Star hibiscus. Has always been in a pot and just gets huge every year so I finally transplanted it into the ground to give it all the room in the world. Again, thoughts run through my head, “Did I kill it? Dang, I killed it…should have left it in the pot.” But hello honey, here you come!
So take deep breaths and get all that springtime air into your lungs. If it’s not already surprising you above ground, your new growth is lurking below, ready for its debut.