Y’all, it’s still really warm here. Almost seventy degrees. And since I had about twelve hours of sleep and ate pecan pie for breakfast, I felt ready to tackle the yard today. Don’t hate me because my life is so dreadfully fulfilling.
Most of my time was spent pulling leaves from the flower beds. I know there are a few theories about mulching beds, and people get really passionate about leaf removal, blah blah blah, but my own practice is that the last leaves I collect in the fall cover the beds. I think of it like a warm winter blanket. Then, instead of carrying around dry leaves that blow everywhere for another month in the fall, I uncover my beds, bag the wet leaves, and move them to the wildflower bed in the spring.
The reason it’s a wildflower bed is because people built it with treated lumber, which is unsuitable for food. So I think of it as a little wildlife conservatory, where native plants gather, and in late summer, I can cut bits of purple and yellow for vases indoors, but it will still look untouched. Butterflies and birds enjoy it, and I enjoy all of that.
And behold, the tiniest pip of tulip, which I found here and there.
Once the girls got home, we played pick-up-sticks, the literal game. It’s really only a chore because the sticks are everywhere in the front where most of the trees are, and the bonfire pile is in the wide open space of the back 40. Surely I walked my ten thousand steps today. The stick pile is about the size of … well, we’ll need to call the fire department before we torch it, let’s just put it that way. If I felt more like a pioneer woman, I could probably fashion the limbs into an extensive fence, which I do think about from time to time.
Then, good gravy with all the sweeping! The wind blew the leaves into every possible nook and cranny.
Of course, the snow froze on top of that! Our street was frozen for almost five months straight. It’s only been thawed-out for about a week.
I’ve never had such a winter. We in Indianapolis broke our records for cold and snow this year.
I’m not stupid; I’m a local, so I know that tomorrow’s snow will not be the last of the cold.
This growing year isn’t so much about landscaping for pretty, as much as it’s about growing food. In the weeks to come, I’ll be building my raised beds and starting my seeds.
I’ve started one compost pile, too.
When late summer comes, I know I will plant even more tulips, as well as mums. When fall comes, I’ll be adding hyacinth and crocuses, because can you believe three-generations lived here ninety-four years without so much as a single early bulb?! I know, I’m shocked, too!