Nothing says Spring like daffodils. Our neighborhood is also home to countless Bradford Pear trees. This morning when I left to drive the bus they were practically unnoticed. When I went back this afternoon it looked like a popcorn machine had run amok down the street.
Somehow, I never really got into Spring when the kids were here. That time of year, we'd be gearing up for baseball season or thinking about what to do for summer vacation. It was a good time of the year, though it was always busy.
Occasionally, I could get The Girl to plant bulbs with me, and she did help plant some Shasta Daisies in a perennial bed the year after her paternal grandmother died. Shasta Daisies were her favorite flowers and I have to admit they are right up there on the top of my list, too. Those daisies are still growing right where we planted them. I don't know if my daughter remembers helping me or not, or if it was just another chore I asked her to do. Sigh.
Another garden project for the near future, like this weekend, is to plant some potatoes. Last year, I got two potato grow bags from Gardeners Supply, (http://www.gardeners.com/ Look on the vegetable gardening page) and just used some russet potatoes from the grocery store. This year I didn't make that mistake and bought some seed potatoes from Lowe's nursery. Today I learned not to plant them until Good Friday. Hmmm, I wonder if they'll keep that long. I may just have to put them in and hope for the best.
|Yes, those are purple potatoes.|
Of course, The Music Man has decided to go on the Atkins Diet and won't eat potatoes.