Fibermania

A Bit of Garden Talk

I once foolishly stated that you can't kill a hosta. Never ever say things like that. Not while there are voles on earth...
Today I decided to see if the hosta from last year's planting still had any roots left. If I can reach into the soil and feel emptiness under the plant I know those nasty voles have eaten them away. The tops remain so I moved them to a different bed, hoping against hope they will survive and send out new roots.

It is way too early to begin garden talk and yet I am. My peonies are up, up, up, the sedum has quadrupled its flowerettes and the compost pile is growing daylilies! Good thing, as I will need them to fill in some spaces I never got finished last year. It would be great to have all named varieties of plants in the yard, but realistically, I've got a battle to keep anything growing in some spots. I feel sure I lost several plants I was depending on to flourish and they didn't even take. So I am fighting fire with fire and putting in the mints that I was careful to keep potted all last year. If nothing else will grow in those vole bistros, I know the mints will.

We have daffodils everywhere, and today I planted the spent forced ones I recently bought, along with 10 hyacinths. I am sure they will be a critter's lunch, but I had to put them somewhere.
The good thing about a blog is that you can look back a year or two and see what you planted where and what got eaten when and when the frosts and snows appeared after you were sure it was Summer already. I am much more conservative this time around. I will wait. I mean it. Really.

My jury duty turned out to be just a preliminary call out. We were handed a list of dates to be 'available' to come in. We must call after 4pm the day before and see if we will be needed. O great. Like I have to arrange my life around this for months to come? Yes. That's the system here. Good thing I am retired.