Over the winter he bought 30 hyacinths, 300 tulips, a couple of dozen daffodils and 9 peonies. *Sidebar-I spoke of my distress over the peony situation on Facebook and if you followed me there, you would know of it already. I will not ask again if you follow me there or on twitter. It would seem too much like begging at this point, and I do not beg. End sidebar*
Why? Because I'm an eternal optimist when if comes to plants. It takes me three seasons at the very least before I'm willing to declare any plant dead and gone forever--that may be why you'll often see, well, perhaps not too often, a dead thing just sitting there in a flower bed or planter. I'm patiently waiting for it to resurrect itself.
Don't laugh! It has been known to happen. Truly, my garden surprises me all the time. But back to the topic at hand...what was the topic? Oh, yes! My day out in the garden.
I'm always astonished how much I like getting back into the garden after a long absence. I believe the last time was the first time way back in March when spring was thoroughly passed over and summer pushed forth. Do you remember that fun time? I do, quite fondly. Pity it didn't last.
But summer has vanished or is on hold for a while and winter is almost entirely gone, so I think it's safe to say it's spring. Thus, I believe I shall be going out in the garden more regularly...assuming Tom doesn't need too much paperwork done on sunny days...fat chance! Needless to say, that one day out in the garden almost completely cured my blah feeling of the weekend. I kind of knew it would.