Marc and I caught the bug to turn our dismal display of a yard into something more lovely, so this year we have been planning plots, purchasing plants, and plopping… seeds. Sorry. I ran out of p-words.
After buying a bunch of partial-shade to full-shade perennials (and a few full sun plants out of desire – no pragmatism), we sat to sketch out a full drawing of our yard, where plants currently lie, and where we might plant our purchases.
All of this crazy early late-Spring weather is making us nutty, and we are eager to buy tomato plants. Marc’s desire for tomatoes is nearly insatiable, but I would not let him buy the big corporation variety we found at the box store yesterday.
“I am too freaked out by the Monsanto-owned, hybrid, genetically-modified, RoundUp-ready, monster, franken-veggies. I really want our food plants to be heirloom or organic.” He reluctantly agreed but let me know I need to find a source of quality seedlings, and now.
Off to Google, I found three Raleigh locations that might answer my every gardening ail:
Logan’s (at Seaboard Station, I believe), Fifth Season Gardening Company, and a guy who sells at the North Carolina Farmers Market on some weekends.
No one has their tomatoes and peppers ready for sell yet, making us feel all the better about not having ours planted yet, but we are ready to hit the store and get to growing in the next month.
For now, we are working to get our Heucheras, Peonies, Cone Flowers, Day Lillies, Lily of the Valleys, Bleeding Hearts, Caladiums, and Astilbes in the ground and proliferating. Oh, and Marc’s grass seed, too, I guess.
Also, I have a boxwood to chop out. I absolute detest the idea of cutting down a living plant. Honestly, however, the plant just does not make sense in our yard and looks confusing. When we bought the house I thought so, and now, a year and a half later, I still feel annoyed at how confusing that plant is every time I look at it.
Sad me, sad plant… but the bugger’s got to go. Here comes the hatchet.*
Only, now, after just one day of us raking to pine needles and weeding our Cannis, both of us have skin itching off our chests and necks, noses running and sneezing galore, and allergies in full bloom along with our garden.
It is here. Spring and allergies, two for one.
*I would pull it up and offer it free on Craigslist, but it is too big and too deeply rooted (and by our gas line) to jerk around with that.