well, it turned out to be an unexpected sunny day today and as the
night's chill was brushed away by the sunshine that filtered thru the
leafless trees, my mind kept wandering to all those remaining bulbs in
the fridge. I feared they would soon start feeding on themselves or
dry up as they are wont to do, and ignoring the need to pay a bill
first, I went to the back fridge and started gathering the packages.
I found them all. Shoved them into a Lowe's bag and skirted Rose and
Sugar and decided to first plant the two 36' plastic window boxes I
got at work the other night for $2.89.

with the destruction that Sugar seems hell bent on doing massive
damage to my raised beds where the added soil is (I just wonder if the
soil I've poured into these beds recently is the only reason she's
digging, since she doesn't dig anywhere else...............) I
naievely thought I'd start there and then plug in bulbs in all of the
container gardens that are scattered across the front and drifts over
to the side.

Go get another 40 pound bag of cheap composted whatever it is with the
sand that comes from North Carolina and Lowe's sells for 98c a bag,
and pull out the chimney cover to sit on. Grabbed the gloves this
time to mix the dirt and bulb food together with and poured half a bag
into the long white boxes. It took almost two bags for the soil and I
still need to top dress them with a little more soil for covers for
the bulbs now.

I could hear Sugar's toenails on the door as she stood on her tippy
toes to see what I was doing, and I worried slightly at what she would
do to "get back at me" for leaving her inside, but I was completely
under the spell of the teeny bulb fairies as I started sorting out
what was left and trying to decide who to plant into the two boxes.
It was immediately evident that I didn't have enough containers to
plant all the bulbs. Shoving that idea aside, I proceeded to pick out
the most colorful bulbs and divide them into two piles.

The rest would have to go other places.

Tri-colored crocus in little piles of 3 and 5 for each box,
Pushkinina, Chionodoxa, two boxes each of the Ornithogalum's, the bag
of Frittleria that has yellow and burgandy bells, the Triteleia Queen
Faviola Brodiaea, a box of snowdrops for each box and one bag divided
up between the two of scilloides libanotica Puschkinia. As I planted
each little bulb, I could almost hear the whispers of the fairies and
their approval. The bulbs tucked into the cold soil, and as I poured
a top layer over them and firmed it up, I was inspired to keep going.

so I got up and went inside and found the leash and put it on Sugar
and called Rose and we all went back outside after I turned on the
answer machine with the goofy Irish lady tellin' ya that the mistress
was out in the garden plantin' fleurs and boolbs wi' the fairies and
ta leave yer message" g picked up the bulgeling bag of bulbs and
started picking spots to poke them in.

A few tucked under the black cherry tree, then quite a few in the
concrete containers I got at my mom's and that changes all the time
because the fairies in charge can't decide what they want to survive
and return in it. I poked crocus corms with little tips poking out
and hooked over in over anticipation of springtime and real soil
amongst the frozen stems of the sedum that draped over the edge of the
pot. Springtime will be most pleasurable as I'm coming outside to go
to work next year.........

I hooked my foot thru the leash handle and stopped at the larger
container that shows promise that the asters have so far survived and
there were seedheads of rudbeckia's lying in wait for germination for
next year. Poke, poke, poke, and gently push an already sprouted
crocus into the holes being careful not to break off the emerging
shoot, I worked my way thru all the pots that take up the precious
space in my front sliver.

The amazing pot of coleus and other things was finished, but I still
found life in the little mum I had tucked in for last days color as I
gently planted bulbs and corms into the cold soil. Then move over to
the pot with the oats grass that is all tan and rustles and sings in
the winds as the sun was warming my shoulders like a light shawl and I
tucked a few random surprises in there as well. then I tried to poke
a few into the pots that held the achillea and a few into the pot with
the sedums.

Over to the side yard, I notice something else that needs doing before
the rains and snows come.....whisperings in my ear like little bees
(which were taking advantage of the warmth and few remaining blossoms
on the blue Egnima despite the freezes and were humming in happiness
themselves) I made my way over towards the destroyed flowerbed that
lies next to the fountain. It made me cry, the damage she'd done this
time, and I looked at her and told her she'd been very bad to mama and
dug in her garden and she cut her eyes towards the bed and tucked her
tail and looked at me with those eyes of hers...........and I hooked
the leash handle over the enormous rebar that sticks out of the
knothole in the north side of the pawlonia and walked over to the
Vitex bed and felt the ground and it wasn't cold and covered in huge,
tan, fuzzy pawlonia leaves.

Perfect! I then proceeded to dump all the bags into a wicker basket
and mixed them up, placed my goatskin gloves and a little aluminum
trowel with a broken tip that was for smaller bulbs in the basket and
sat down and started using the little trowel to feel out places to
tuck corms and bulbs into. As I worked around the bed, I found
perfect soil under the Hellebores that I tucked into this bed three
years now that are catching their first wind and will wow me next
spring (hopefully Sugar will not DARE to dig up this bed or by the
gods of leashes and last hopes she WILL no longer live here). I
watched her as she was tethered to the tree, looking after Rose who
was happily going into the woods to sniff around and I told her this.

I also spoke quietly to her and talked about what I was doing and told
her what a good dawg she was being, despite that she was a prisoner
and we'll see if all my efforts were for naught. I got to the eastern
portion of the bed and decided to look for another spot. I still had
about 200 bulbs left. Sat down and tucked myself up under the boughs
of the oak leaf hydrangea and in between the two major stems where I
have piled up composted cow manure and such over the last four years
was a soft bed of wonderful just waiting for a variety of teeny bulbs
and such. I tucked them in with love and moved about the warmed,
loose rich soil and pulled away and ripped out a honeysuckle vine that
was sneaking up to strangle her next year.

I got up and retreived Sugar and we walked down to the woods and I
stopped and plugged in the last 20 into the raised bed next to the
Mock Orange bush I'd planted in front of the tulip poplar. Inside the
house I praised Sugar for being a good girl, let Rose in as she was
slower and was scratching at the kitchen door and gave them a Milk
bone. All the tucking and planting and flittering about with my muddy
fingers and 1026 bulbs later had left me hungry. I looked at the
clock and two hours had passed unnoticed.

That wonderful faucet on the left side of our double sink in the
bathroom that blasts the most stubborn mud and dirt from under
fingernails was put into use and my hands were quickly cleaned as much
as they could be. My callouses are stained, I can't fix that. Besides,
I'm proud that I am a gardener. I filled up the girls bowls, made
sure that the cats had food, opened up a pouch for the old woman,
Sweetie cat who is now going on 21, and fixed myself a ham and
jalapeno pepper jack sammich, with a blueberry turnover first for
teasers. I like to eat dessert sometimes first. Heck....son had
drained the tea, so no sweet iced to to regenerate me. Put on the
kettle, get down the jar and plunk a large bag into it and stand and
munch my sammich while I hear Rose crunching her kibbles. Lazy old
arthritic dawg, she lays and eats. Sugar stands next to her waiting
for her to allow her to step over and nibble out of the second bowl.

I started back here to tell you all what had happened today, and I
decided it was way time to plant what was waiting by the driveway and
was now hidden by next years Zebrina's leaves that are already a foot
tall. This time I dodged the girls and told them to watch the house,
and I went out quickly and closed the door and looked for my trusty
Crafty shovel.

There is nothing nicer than parting back leaves of next years plants
to discover hidden treasures you've forgotten about. How I could
forget what I had sitting there is only because I haven't been outside
as much as I would like from the distractions of work and stresses at
home. This is the time I should be outside, healing with the simple
magic of my gardens and instead, I've been rolling around in the dark
pit and sleeping alot.

As I parted the zebrina leaves I was surprised to find not one gallon
pot of Dorothy Wycliff Peiris, but two of them. I'd forgotten that I'd
gotten them for $1 each. They were loaded with buds for next year and
I decided right then and there to plant one in the shade bed under the
black cherry behind the whiskey barrel I've half filled with dirt and
that is home to Virginia bluebells and one little narcissus. The corms
of the fall blooming Cyclamin never returned for me, but it won't be
my last attempt at them.

The soft soil was easy to part with the shovel and the pieris slipped
in like it lived there all the time. I decided to plant the other one
at the top of the neat waterfall boulder on the first terrace just
below the baby maple and pawlonia. I'd lost the evergreen this summer
because it needed way more light than what it got there, and the hole
where it had tried was still soft. The pieris settled into the hole
and looked like it always should have been there in the first place.

Next was the red rhod that I'd gotten for $2.50. I plugged the bud
heavy three gallon plant behind the Joe Pye, disturbing bulbs of
possibly the blue woods hyacinths that I replanted at the edge of the
hole I'd dug for the rhod. Hopefully the shelter of the Eupatoria
will shelter the rhod this summer, if not, I will relocate it later on
after it blooms. As I planted it, I noted that there were LOTS of
single Kerria japonica shoots far from the original plant. This is
another traveling bush apparently. I will see if I can transplant some
babies this spring since they do so well here now. And while I was
tucking bulbs under leaves of the Hellebore, I noticed that the double
Kerria Japonica in the NSSG had grown some more. Maybe this spring it
will get a second wind and grow back into a little bush to join the
butterfly bush and the red twig varigated dogwood that are at that end
of the bed.

Back to the driveway, and part the leaves and wow. A 5 gallon Henry
Itea with red leaves still attached to it. Check the tag, it will get
4-5 foot with bee drawing spires of white blossoms (I remember them
blooming at work) so I plunked it at the corner of the fig bed next to
the spirea that resides outside the box too in the rich drain soil
from the bed. There are alot of beds next to beds around here. I'll
plant outside the boxes because of lack of spaces. g

Once I had the Itea plugged in and tamped down, I had to think where I
wanted the one gallon burning bushes. Those will get huge and I didn't
just want to plug them in. Once you plant those, they don't move very
well at all. So I went to the second level just below the
tomato/perennial boxes (one of which Sugar has totally destroyed now
) and where I had carefully planted the Deutzia that Brudder John
had sent me in the hollow just below the boxes. On the ground at the
bottom of the natural wall, west of the Black Knight butterfly bush I
decided to plug them both in. Their bright leaves will be a nice
relief come next fall and their upright habits will be hilarious to
see once they get a taste of the soil and start growing.

By the time I had the last pot in, Squire was back and it was time to
come in for good. The sun's warmth was different and clouds were
moving in and the wind was cooler than it had been. I didn't want
anything to ruin the magic I had created for myself today. It was a
very healing day. Once inside, I washed up, and I'm finally able to
finish talking to my friends about the days happening. Now all I have
to do is forget all the places where I tucked all those spring
ephemerals and get back to you when they start up their magic in
February adn March.
thanks for allowing me to share with you. It's been a long time. The
fairies were good to me today.

madgardener , up on the ridge, back in fairy holler, overlooking
English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee zone 7, Sunset zone 36


There are three bags of golden crocus, four more bags of tri-colored
crocus,
a mixed bag of crocus, two bags of Cream beauty crocus, two bags of
blue
Triteleia Queen Fabiola Brodiaea, four bags of snowdrops (the smaller
ones,
not galanthus),four bags of forbesii Chionodoxa at 35 in each bag, two
or
three bags of 35 in each bag scilloides libanotica Puschkinia, and
about 5-6
boxes of Ornithogalum's at 24 in each box.

"madgardener" wrote in message
...
well, it turned out to be an unexpected sunny day today and as the
night's chill was brushed away by the sunshine that filtered thru the
leafless trees, my mind kept wandering to all those remaining bulbs in
the fridge. I feared they would soon start feeding on themselves or
dry up as they are wont to do, and ignoring the need to pay a bill
first, I went to the back fridge and started gathering the packages.
I found them all. Shoved them into a Lowe's bag and skirted Rose and
Sugar and decided to first plant the two 36' plastic window boxes I
got at work the other night for $2.89.

Good deal on the window boxes. Wish any of my Lowe's had a few deals like
that


with the destruction that Sugar seems hell bent on doing massive
damage to my raised beds where the added soil is (I just wonder if the
soil I've poured into these beds recently is the only reason she's
digging, since she doesn't dig anywhere else...............)

It could be she smells something in the soil that just plain makes her want
to dig.

I
naievely thought I'd start there and then plug in bulbs in all of the
container gardens that are scattered across the front and drifts over
to the side.

Go get another 40 pound bag of cheap composted whatever it is with the
sand that comes from North Carolina and Lowe's sells for 98c a bag,
and pull out the chimney cover to sit on. Grabbed the gloves this
time to mix the dirt and bulb food together with and poured half a bag
into the long white boxes. It took almost two bags for the soil and I
still need to top dress them with a little more soil for covers for
the bulbs now.

I could hear Sugar's toenails on the door as she stood on her tippy
toes to see what I was doing, and I worried slightly at what she would
do to "get back at me" for leaving her inside, but I was completely
under the spell of the teeny bulb fairies as I started sorting out
what was left and trying to decide who to plant into the two boxes.
It was immediately evident that I didn't have enough containers to
plant all the bulbs. Shoving that idea aside, I proceeded to pick out
the most colorful bulbs and divide them into two piles.

The rest would have to go other places.

Tri-colored crocus in little piles of 3 and 5 for each box,
Pushkinina, Chionodoxa, two boxes each of the Ornithogalum's, the bag
of Frittleria that has yellow and burgandy bells, the Triteleia Queen
Faviola Brodiaea, a box of snowdrops for each box and one bag divided
up between the two of scilloides libanotica Puschkinia. As I planted
each little bulb, I could almost hear the whispers of the fairies and
their approval. The bulbs tucked into the cold soil, and as I poured
a top layer over them and firmed it up, I was inspired to keep going.

Sounds beautiful I would love to see a picture when they start blooming


so I got up and went inside and found the leash and put it on Sugar
and called Rose and we all went back outside after I turned on the
answer machine with the goofy Irish lady tellin' ya that the mistress
was out in the garden plantin' fleurs and boolbs wi' the fairies and
ta leave yer message" g picked up the bulgeling bag of bulbs and
started picking spots to poke them in.

Hah! I like unusual answering machine messages. I used to have on on my
phone of Spock saying
something about no life-forms being available to answer One of my dad's
friends used to call and leave messages
in Scotty's accent


A few tucked under the black cherry tree, then quite a few in the
concrete containers I got at my mom's and that changes all the time
because the fairies in charge can't decide what they want to survive
and return in it. I poked crocus corms with little tips poking out
and hooked over in over anticipation of springtime and real soil
amongst the frozen stems of the sedum that draped over the edge of the
pot. Springtime will be most pleasurable as I'm coming outside to go
to work next year.........

I hooked my foot thru the leash handle and stopped at the larger
container that shows promise that the asters have so far survived and
there were seedheads of rudbeckia's lying in wait for germination for
next year. Poke, poke, poke, and gently push an already sprouted
crocus into the holes being careful not to break off the emerging
shoot, I worked my way thru all the pots that take up the precious
space in my front sliver.

The amazing pot of coleus and other things was finished, but I still
found life in the little mum I had tucked in for last days color as I
gently planted bulbs and corms into the cold soil. Then move over to
the pot with the oats grass that is all tan and rustles and sings in
the winds as the sun was warming my shoulders like a light shawl and I
tucked a few random surprises in there as well. then I tried to poke
a few into the pots that held the achillea and a few into the pot with
the sedums.

Over to the side yard, I notice something else that needs doing before
the rains and snows come.....whisperings in my ear like little bees
(which were taking advantage of the warmth and few remaining blossoms
on the blue Egnima despite the freezes and were humming in happiness
themselves) I made my way over towards the destroyed flowerbed that
lies next to the fountain. It made me cry, the damage she'd done this
time, and I looked at her and told her she'd been very bad to mama and
dug in her garden and she cut her eyes towards the bed and tucked her
tail and looked at me with those eyes of hers...........and I hooked
the leash handle over the enormous rebar that sticks out of the
knothole in the north side of the pawlonia and walked over to the
Vitex bed and felt the ground and it wasn't cold and covered in huge,
tan, fuzzy pawlonia leaves.

Perfect! I then proceeded to dump all the bags into a wicker basket
and mixed them up, placed my goatskin gloves and a little aluminum
trowel with a broken tip that was for smaller bulbs in the basket and
sat down and started using the little trowel to feel out places to
tuck corms and bulbs into. As I worked around the bed, I found
perfect soil under the Hellebores that I tucked into this bed three
years now that are catching their first wind and will wow me next
spring (hopefully Sugar will not DARE to dig up this bed or by the
gods of leashes and last hopes she WILL no longer live here). I
watched her as she was tethered to the tree, looking after Rose who
was happily going into the woods to sniff around and I told her this.

I also spoke quietly to her and talked about what I was doing and told
her what a good dawg she was being, despite that she was a prisoner
and we'll see if all my efforts were for naught. I got to the eastern
portion of the bed and decided to look for another spot. I still had
about 200 bulbs left. Sat down and tucked myself up under the boughs
of the oak leaf hydrangea and in between the two major stems where I
have piled up composted cow manure and such over the last four years
was a soft bed of wonderful just waiting for a variety of teeny bulbs
and such. I tucked them in with love and moved about the warmed,
loose rich soil and pulled away and ripped out a honeysuckle vine that
was sneaking up to strangle her next year.

I got up and retreived Sugar and we walked down to the woods and I
stopped and plugged in the last 20 into the raised bed next to the
Mock Orange bush I'd planted in front of the tulip poplar. Inside the
house I praised Sugar for being a good girl, let Rose in as she was
slower and was scratching at the kitchen door and gave them a Milk
bone. All the tucking and planting and flittering about with my muddy
fingers and 1026 bulbs later had left me hungry. I looked at the
clock and two hours had passed unnoticed.

That wonderful faucet on the left side of our double sink in the
bathroom that blasts the most stubborn mud and dirt from under
fingernails was put into use and my hands were quickly cleaned as much
as they could be. My callouses are stained, I can't fix that. Besides,
I'm proud that I am a gardener. I filled up the girls bowls, made
sure that the cats had food, opened up a pouch for the old woman,
Sweetie cat who is now going on 21, and fixed myself a ham and
jalapeno pepper jack sammich, with a blueberry turnover first for
teasers. I like to eat dessert sometimes first. Heck....son had
drained the tea, so no sweet iced to to regenerate me. Put on the
kettle, get down the jar and plunk a large bag into it and stand and
munch my sammich while I hear Rose crunching her kibbles. Lazy old
arthritic dawg, she lays and eats. Sugar stands next to her waiting
for her to allow her to step over and nibble out of the second bowl.

I started back here to tell you all what had happened today, and I
decided it was way time to plant what was waiting by the driveway and
was now hidden by next years Zebrina's leaves that are already a foot
tall. This time I dodged the girls and told them to watch the house,
and I went out quickly and closed the door and looked for my trusty
Crafty shovel.

There is nothing nicer than parting back leaves of next years plants
to discover hidden treasures you've forgotten about. How I could
forget what I had sitting there is only because I haven't been outside
as much as I would like from the distractions of work and stresses at
home. This is the time I should be outside, healing with the simple
magic of my gardens and instead, I've been rolling around in the dark
pit and sleeping alot.

As I parted the zebrina leaves I was surprised to find not one gallon
pot of Dorothy Wycliff Peiris, but two of them. I'd forgotten that I'd
gotten them for $1 each. They were loaded with buds for next year and
I decided right then and there to plant one in the shade bed under the
black cherry behind the whiskey barrel I've half filled with dirt and
that is home to Virginia bluebells and one little narcissus. The corms
of the fall blooming Cyclamin never returned for me, but it won't be
my last attempt at them.

The soft soil was easy to part with the shovel and the pieris slipped
in like it lived there all the time. I decided to plant the other one
at the top of the neat waterfall boulder on the first terrace just
below the baby maple and pawlonia. I'd lost the evergreen this summer
because it needed way more light than what it got there, and the hole
where it had tried was still soft. The pieris settled into the hole
and looked like it always should have been there in the first place.

Next was the red rhod that I'd gotten for $2.50. I plugged the bud
heavy three gallon plant behind the Joe Pye, disturbing bulbs of
possibly the blue woods hyacinths that I replanted at the edge of the
hole I'd dug for the rhod. Hopefully the shelter of the Eupatoria
will shelter the rhod this summer, if not, I will relocate it later on
after it blooms. As I planted it, I noted that there were LOTS of
single Kerria japonica shoots far from the original plant. This is
another traveling bush apparently. I will see if I can transplant some
babies this spring since they do so well here now. And while I was
tucking bulbs under leaves of the Hellebore, I noticed that the double
Kerria Japonica in the NSSG had grown some more. Maybe this spring it
will get a second wind and grow back into a little bush to join the
butterfly bush and the red twig varigated dogwood that are at that end
of the bed.

Back to the driveway, and part the leaves and wow. A 5 gallon Henry
Itea with red leaves still attached to it. Check the tag, it will get
4-5 foot with bee drawing spires of white blossoms (I remember them
blooming at work) so I plunked it at the corner of the fig bed next to
the spirea that resides outside the box too in the rich drain soil
from the bed. There are alot of beds next to beds around here. I'll
plant outside the boxes because of lack of spaces. g

Once I had the Itea plugged in and tamped down, I had to think where I
wanted the one gallon burning bushes. Those will get huge and I didn't
just want to plug them in. Once you plant those, they don't move very
well at all. So I went to the second level just below the
tomato/perennial boxes (one of which Sugar has totally destroyed now
) and where I had carefully planted the Deutzia that Brudder John
had sent me in the hollow just below the boxes. On the ground at the
bottom of the natural wall, west of the Black Knight butterfly bush I
decided to plug them both in. Their bright leaves will be a nice
relief come next fall and their upright habits will be hilarious to
see once they get a taste of the soil and start growing.

By the time I had the last pot in, Squire was back and it was time to
come in for good. The sun's warmth was different and clouds were
moving in and the wind was cooler than it had been. I didn't want
anything to ruin the magic I had created for myself today. It was a
very healing day. Once inside, I washed up, and I'm finally able to
finish talking to my friends about the days happening. Now all I have
to do is forget all the places where I tucked all those spring
ephemerals and get back to you when they start up their magic in
February adn March.
thanks for allowing me to share with you. It's been a long time. The
fairies were good to me today.

madgardener , up on the ridge, back in fairy holler, overlooking
English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee zone 7, Sunset zone 36


There are three bags of golden crocus, four more bags of tri-colored
crocus,
a mixed bag of crocus, two bags of Cream beauty crocus, two bags of
blue
Triteleia Queen Fabiola Brodiaea, four bags of snowdrops (the smaller
ones,
not galanthus),four bags of forbesii Chionodoxa at 35 in each bag, two
or
three bags of 35 in each bag scilloides libanotica Puschkinia, and
about 5-6
boxes of Ornithogalum's at 24 in each box.


Your garden sounds wonderful. I wish I could see it in person I'm just
getting ready to do the back yard.
I've got several bougainvillea, two meyer lemon trees, 4 sassafrass trees, a
wild rose bush, some Japanese
blood grass, purple fountain grass, and a wonderful little red Lacey leaf
Japanese maple to go in various spots.
I think I may move my two daylilies and several iris this spring to a nice
damp spot in the back. We have a new fence to keep
out the stray dogs and people who wander around in the back by the power
company easement. We have a wonderful oak tree of some kind
growing behind the Chinese tallow tree, courtesy of a passing squirrel.
It's very tall and getting big enough to see now.

Indoors (where I do most of my gardening) I have new growth on 3 orchids,
the sword sansevaria, and possibly a spike beginning to form on 2 other
orchids. One orchid is blooming with wonderful peachy-pink-yellow flowers.
Everybody is doing well except the Stanhopia occulara who I think got too
hot and dry when the family decided to turn on the heater but it also
appears to just maybe have a flower pike forming so who knows

Shell

LOL my gardens aren't all that wonderful. Raised beds mostly. Things
grow so fast here that it's no time at all before other things like
the woods and weed trees get out of hand. I need to kick my own butt
and get out there now and start whacking those seedlings I came across
the other day when I was taking pictures of the ajoining land for the
neighbor's sister. I will send you pictures when the pots burst into
blossom. And be warned, I always over do it! g Thanks for
responding back to me. Sometimes I wonder if there's anybody out there
when I wrote bad rambles................(even if they're not good, I
love responses that it's bad!)
madgardener up on the icy ridge, back in Fairy Holler, overlooking
English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee zone 7, Sunset zone 36

they are cherished and saved, all of them. Ingrid

madgardener wrote:
Sometimes I wonder if there's anybody out there
when I wrote bad rambles................(even if they're not good, I
love responses that it's bad!)
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madgardener wrote:
Sometimes I wonder if there's anybody out there
when I wrote bad rambles................(even if they're not good, I
love responses that it's bad!)

Where is Echo, beheld by no man,
Whose voice mocks mine by river and me
Pursued by all men, possessed by no man:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Francois Villon I think, "Ballade des dames du temps de jadis"
zemedelec

It can't be worse than mine Right now my iris-amaryllis-daylily bed is
full of grass (makes a wonderful cover when it freezes) I have been
informed my back yard is going to be leveled, which should be interesting
since I know there are phone lines just under the surface. And the back
porch is going to be replaced (shudder) which means unless it's done in cold
weather there WILL be snakes, lots of them, and some will probably get
inside (ahhh!) I have had a battle to keep my anole and gecko habitats safe
from the mean lawn guys who mow over anything that doesn't move fast enough.
I will have to build more garden fencing which I would like to do out of
copper pipe but I probably will be restricted to pvc pipe. I want the
eyesore shed gone and maybe a greenhouse put there (dreaming again) I've
been overhearing plans for yet another shed to store car parts in so there
goes several places for my trees and plants. And my dad has asked me to
draw up a plan for landscaping (ack!) which means where can I put more
grass. Life is an adventure

I love to see pictures Half the time SBC doesn't get the ones people
post.

Shell


"madgardener" wrote in message
...
LOL my gardens aren't all that wonderful. Raised beds mostly. Things
grow so fast here that it's no time at all before other things like
the woods and weed trees get out of hand. I need to kick my own butt
and get out there now and start whacking those seedlings I came across
the other day when I was taking pictures of the ajoining land for the
neighbor's sister. I will send you pictures when the pots burst into
blossom. And be warned, I always over do it! g Thanks for
responding back to me. Sometimes I wonder if there's anybody out there
when I wrote bad rambles................(even if they're not good, I
love responses that it's bad!)
madgardener up on the icy ridge, back in Fairy Holler, overlooking
English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee zone 7, Sunset zone 36

now yer just embarrising
me................................................ ..............................
(((hug)))
maddie

On Wed, 17 Dec 2003 15:51:43 GMT, wrote:

they are cherished and saved, all of them. Ingrid

madgardener wrote:
Sometimes I wonder if there's anybody out there
when I wrote bad rambles................(even if they're not good, I
love responses that it's bad!)
madgardener up on the icy ridge, back in Fairy Holler, overlooking
English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee zone 7, Sunset zone 36



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wrote in message
...
they are cherished and saved, all of them. Ingrid

Me too!! I love to read her messages! It always makes my own garden come
alive for me. :-))
Susie :-))



madgardener wrote:
Sometimes I wonder if there's anybody out there
when I wrote bad rambles................(even if they're not good, I
love responses that it's bad!)
madgardener up on the icy ridge, back in Fairy Holler, overlooking
English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee zone 7, Sunset zone 36



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
List Manager: Puregold Goldfish List
http://puregold.aquaria.net/
www.drsolo.com
Solve the problem, dont waste energy finding who's to blame
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unfortunately, I receive no money, gifts, discounts or other
compensation for all the damn work I do, nor for any of the
endorsements or recommendations I make.

On Thu, 18 Dec 2003 17:57:56 GMT, wrote:


wrote in message
...
they are cherished and saved, all of them. Ingrid

Me too!! I love to read her messages! It always makes my own garden come
alive for me. :-))
Susie :-))
well that settles it, my worries are for
naught.................things have been depressing around here and
rather than cry in my pity pit I've kept me mouth pretty much shut
with exception to things leaking out occaisonally. but at least I HAVE
a garden (despite the holes that Sugar has excavated and I have
remembered some metal "springs" that used to go in the seats of old
cars that I got from my neighbor that I use to corset some short
plants that I can flatten and lay on top of my flowerbeds to deter her
from her search for Australia (HEY PEN, if Sugar breaks thru down
there, keep her!!!) I'm looking forward to the possibility of a snow
here, and if I get it, I'll take some pictures..........I'll have some
time to reflect adn write and ramble since I'm off the next three
days..............(cut hours) My love comes out to everyone that I
consider friends, and that;s a lot of you! ((((huge madgardener
hug)))))