Glory's Garden

All the world's a garden, you know, and we are mere flowers within it. Come, I'll show you!

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Friday, June 15, 2018

Checking off things on the Garden to-do list

So... this is what I did today...checking off a lot of items on my never ending garden do-to list:

#1. Cut the grass on my swampy lawn with the riding tractor. It might not sound like much but I was so afraid of getting the darn thing suck in the muck, and yes, it was a real fear and very likely. I did as much of it as I could without getting suck, but a lot of it was not done...just too, too wet and not worth the risk.

#2. Dug out some wonderful soil out of my finished compost pile. I was again afraid of getting suck in the unforgiving wet yard so I filled the cart only  one third of the way to ensure it could make it up the hill.

#3. While in the back-40-- that's where I have the major compost piles-- I dug out a few daylilies which I was not aware I had back there anymore because I had dug them all out years ago to fill in the hill at the back of the pole barn. What I think happened is that when I dug out the plants the first time I must have left a few stray roots behind and in the ensuing years hence, they grew another plant. Pretty wild huh?

#4. I planted about a dozen shrubs by the work shop in an area which needed something so it didn't look so homely. I also planted a French Pussy Willow tree on top of a boulder which nobody could move--even with Tommy's toy-- so I made it a place for a tree.

#5. I taught Justin how to use the weed whacker...not sure he did it any better than I did, but it got him outside which is always good. 

#6. I had Justin help me remove a massive entanglement of unwanted shrubs.* It's so much easier to do with a strong somebody. In truth I could not budge the darn things at all on my own! Justin was such a great helper.

#7. I replanted an ornamental Yoshino cheery tree which was growing somewhere it did NOT belong, into Tom's arboretum. Not sure it will survive as I do not believe I got all the roots out--it was tangled with two maple trees and a honeysuckle bush, but finger's crossed.

#8. I filled up a large pot with the shredded papers from my office and then topped it off with the lovely soil from the compost pile. I get rid of the paper, use less soil and have a lighter pot. Win-win-win.

#9. I planted several little rooted cuttings I had on my kitchen window sill. Then I added a few sunflower and zinnia seeds. It may look nice some day...hopefully before Jack Frost comes back.

#10. I did very little office work today, but I still had a few phone calls to take care of. In between garden chores I managed to set up two shipments with Fed Ex Freight, make the packing lists for both and even made an invoice for one and ran the credit card to boot.

Needless to say, I'm thoroughly exhausted and need to chill for a bit. It took all the energy I had left in me to write all this! 

*Yes, I know. I plant shrubs in one place and remove them from another. The contradiction is insane, but necessary since they never plant themselves where I want them. They insist on growing where I don't want them!

Friday, June 8, 2018

Nests everywhere

Nests, nests everywhere... and loads of birdies too. I see the birds coming and going all over the yard and garden and not just for the seed I put out for them. The build their nests everywhere...I've stumbled upon them here and there.


Who you may ask are building all these nests and where are they?

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

New Hedge in no time

Recall if you will, when I recently spoke to you about the virtues of the common Burning Bush aka Euonymus Alatus. Well, I figured since I liked it so much I should have more of them.



Why? Do you really have to ask? Just because, that's why.

Friday, June 1, 2018

Hidden Within

Burning bush...I'm sure everyone is familiar with this common garden plant. To look at it you wouldn't see much to recommend it. 



Nice little shrub...ho hum



That is to say, nothing special about it. Yes, it is green and holds its place, like so many other shrubs. So what?

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Be Grateful for the Little Things



There I was pushing the lawn mower and stopping every few steps to pick up branches from my late lamented Lombardi Poplars*. I stacked the sticks and twigs when it suddenly occurred to me we ought to be extremely grateful that the colonies won the Revolutionary War against the English Monarchy.

Friday, May 25, 2018

Best Smelling time of year



I may have said this a dozen times already on this blog, but I'm willing to say it again and bore you all. Spring is the best smelling time of year...at least it is in my garden.

What is making it smell so great? Load of things.



Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Ode to My Late Lamented Lombardi Poplar

Ode to my Late Lamented Lombardi Poplar




Oh, my Late Lamented Lombardi Poplar, what has become of you? You were always so tall and full of life. Well, you're still tall--the ones which remain upright that is-- but you're as dead as a doornail now, all eight of you.

Friday, May 18, 2018

We have to stop meeting like this




Really, now, Mr. Snake! We have to stop meeting like this. Four times in the past week alone--and three of those days the rain kept me inside. This is too much. 

You're lucky I was NOT carrying a shovel or instinct would have kicked in and you'd be sliced in two. As it is, I let you go with a mere yelp. Ooh, how I hate the slither of you in the tall grass...creepy. I let you crawl back into the rock wall, I let you pass by me to disappear into the weeds untouched and barely acknowledged.

Can't you just stay away from me? If you continue to show yourself I will not be responsible for your demise if you scare me too much. 

So, go off and chase the moles, eat the field mice--as many as you can stomach, but leave the froggies. They eat the bugs, you know. 

And do watch out for the hawks and eagles...hard to hide from them and we wouldn't want you to end up anyone's dinner, now do we? Well, maybe.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Could things get any crazier




If you have been here at Glory's Garden long enough, you would know I don't always get to play around in my garden-- I know, shocking isn't it?-- and that I have to do--HORRORS-- office work. Well, as office work goes, it can be rather boring, tedious and hardly a  bit fun. Then there are times when it gets outright annoying, maddeningly stressful and utterly insane.

Case in point: Yesterday---oy, what a day.

Monday, April 2, 2018

April Fools Day---delayed by one










Oh, Mother nature, You are a cruel one with a wicked sense of humor, aren't you?

You had us fooled indeed. We thought we were in the clear. Heck, April's fool day was yesterday and it passed without any shenanigans further making us relax...fools indeed.

We spent a lovely day wandering the gardens, viewing the new pop-ups in the yard, the crocus, buds swelling, the daffodils and daylilies sprouting. We even grabbed a pair of clippers and did some much needed clipping of worrisome brambles and some branches to force indoors--Most likely a failed experiment as usual but we love to try, don't we?

It was a nice way to get a bit of much needed sun and some enjoyable exercise.

Ah, but that was yesterday. For what did we find upon arising this morning? Six, count them, S-I-X inches of snow and it is supposed to snow again tomorrow.



**Sigh**

What can we expect from you, Dear Mother Nature, when you continually feel the need to flirt with that nasty little Jack Frost?


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Friday, February 23, 2018

How we met





St. Patrick’s Day is the day Tom and I met some 30+ years ago. It is not however the first time we met. Of course, we didn’t know that until a few years after we were married. Heck, we had just had our second child, Brandon, when we discovered we had met before we met. I’ll tell you about that later.

For now I’ll explain how we met on this day 30 some years ago, on Saint Patrick’s day back on Long Island, in New York at the Arby’s restaurant in Port Jefferson Station.