I've always loved wildflowers. Dolly Parton's song called "Wildflowers", has a line that goes like this - ..WILD FLOWERS DON'T CARE WHERE THEY GROW... (I have a link to the song on this blog - so have a listen). I've always thought of myself as a wild flower; I'll put my roots anywhere. This blog is mostly about my "wild" garden, our pond, the birds and insects that visit, it`s about our animals, and our home projects.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
The Saga of the Tree
Well, earlier this month I was visiting my sister Pat in Chilliwack and I paid a visit to one of my favorite nurseries (Country Gardens). I ended up buying a goofy looking tree called a weeping pussy willow. It was loaded with pussy willows and I just had to have it. Of course it wouldn't fit into my car so I had to arrange for my brother-in-law Terry to pick it up for me when he had time, and then I had to arrange to borrow a vehicle to go back and collect the tree. Easy enough. But it gets better. My friend Robyn has a small pick-up truck, so she kindly agrees to a road trip to Chilliwack to collect the tree. Here's where the fun starts.
We get to my sisters and somehow we end up back at that same nursery and I decide I want to buy a fruit tree while I have the use of the truck, but the Italian prune plum that I want is much too small for my liking... and I end up eying (odd spelling that word) a small weeping willow - which is actually what I thought I had bought the first time but it turns out there is a difference between a weeping willow and a weeping pussy willow. Who knew!. Well all the weepers are too big/high for the truck. Along comes Ruth. Ruth is a very customer service oriented nursery worker and can be spotted in the collage above wearing the black shirt. She pulls out a willow tree that looks a bit worse for the wear to me, but is not as tall as the others. She says its fine, and proceeds to explain why and examines all the little shoots. I still don't think it will fit in the truck, so Ruth, Pat and myself carry on discussing the how and why's of the whole situation, while Robyn disappears, only to go out and open the back gates of the nursery and drive her truck in so we can measure. Too funny! Along comes Bruce the tree moving guy. Bruce thinks I have picked the ugliest tree on the lot, and that the 3 of us ladies are crazy. Ruth, on the other hand, continues her stick-to-it-tiveness and convinces us all that the tree can fit in the truck and that I won't be disappointed. (Of course I am disappointed - I am going to have to wait at least 10 years to see the tree I would have really wanted to buy). Anyway, I think this involved most of the afternoon. It was really quite an event, and this description does not do it justice, but suffice to say, I bought the tree, thanks Pat!! and we manged to get it into the truck, get back to Pat's and collect the original tree, and then be on our way. Now.. what to do with these ridiculous looking trees you can almost see in the collage. Ruth should get the employee of the month award! This weekend I will plant them!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Larvae in my pond
How Much Can be Accomplished in One Day?
Spring Flowers in My Garden
Saturday morning, March 6th. Well, despite waking up in a dreadful mood, the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. I went to the gym first off, then when I came home I took a little stroll through my garden in the morning sun. I captured these flowering photos -
top left is the amandi clematis still waiting to pop open, to its right the good old reliable perriwinkle; in the middle is the early blooming lenten rose; the jack frost is on the lower left, and finally my bleeding heart to its right!. Lovely way to start the morning! Click on the collage for better close up pictures.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Beginnings of the Vegetable Garden
Monday, March 1, 2010
Baguettes for Canada
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