The pity party is over, folks, and it’s time to get back to the business of making a sanctuary out of our new home, inside and out. And today it was all about the outside.
I planted 20 liatris bulbs and 6 astilbe plants, both perennials (you know how I love my perennials!) in the front yard. Both will bloom in the summer, furthering my goal of a non-stop display of blooms from early spring into fall.
A neighbor of my writer friend Kerrie has been keeping updated on my renter/landscape woes and kindly offered me a whole mess of yellow and purple iris. And really, who was I to say “no?”
By the way, if anyone has any columbine they are dividing or moving out, let me know. I have a soft spot for columbine. I’m also looking for herb plants.
Another friend is kindly bringing me some tomato starts on Friday, which is great. We are big fans of the tomatoes around The Deadly Nightshade, after all, it is how I named my garden. The story goes like this…
When my husband Dave first moved here from California, he marveled at our large backyard. We decided to put in some more raised beds and plant food crops. I asked him what he wanted to grow and he started talking tomatoes – heirloom tomato this, special tomato that. We planted a ton. When our first tomatoes were ready for harvest, I brought a couple in, sliced them up, added a little salt and pepper and presented them to him with a proud smile.
He just shook his head and said, “Oh no, I don’t eat raw tomatoes.”
What? After that it became a running joke in our house. My husband loves to grow tomatoes, but refuses to eat them any other way than roasted or otherwise cooked. And since tomatoes are a member of the Solanace family, as is the deadly nightshade (and was often confused for being poisonous until relatively recently in human history) I told him that he was afraid of the deadly nightshade. And when I started the blog, well, I just had to use that name!
In any case, after I finished with my planting up front, I lured him outdoors with the question, “Where should we plant the raspberries?” I had purchased four raspberry plants from Aldi’s the other day, and it was time to get them planted.
We ended up in the back of the property and before we knew it, were digging up crappy little growths, moving and stacking stones, and loosening the dirt for the four raspberry bushes. One of the bigger of the crappy trees broke the old shovel. Bummer!
My idea of stacking the stones is to eventually run the stack along the entire length of the back of the property, serving as a visual reminder of our property boundary. It is also an unspoken promise to jack up the undercarriage of someone’s car if they callously back into our land. But I prefer to describe it all as a “visual reminder.” It sounds so much more…friendly.
And if the small stone barrier was not enough, we are planting raspberries every two feet, guaranteeing a future hedge of prickly barrier.
I guess I’m just thinking of the phrase “good fences make good neighbors” or some rendition thereof. To soften the blow I plan on planting iris and daylilies along the entire length as well.
It was an excellent couple of hours of work. People are really noticing the changes and commenting. It’s nice to be appreciated!