Spring in Michigan swings like mother nature on LSD, sunny and mild to snowy and cold and then back to hot and humid. We've had many nights with low temps in the 30's preventing the migration of the tropical plants and dahlias from the basement to the yard. Last fall we hauled 17 pots of dahlias into the basement and all 17 have sprouted. The elephant ears are starting to grow now that it is warmer. Hoping this week we'll be able to move them outside.
I have started three flats of flowers from seed. I have moon flowers, morning glories, lupines, gaillardia, hollyhocks, salvia, rudbeckia, datura, foxgloves, rose campion, butterfly weed, four o'clocks, and castor bean growing so far. I've had great germination so far and have another couple flats to start. I'm working on a moon garden and have plants I've ordered, plants I've collected, and the starts from seed.
I'm working my way through weeding the flower beds. I have the parkway bed, the south side bed, and the red of the trellis bed to finish. I have annuals to plant if the rain ever stops.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Saturday, March 3, 2012
I started a small flower garden in my yard, now I have a small yard in my flower garden!
My grandparents were gardeners and I have many wonderful memories of running in their gardens and picking beans, strawberries, tomatoes, and zinnias. I guess gardening was imprinted on my DNA by many generations of gardeners, my Grandma Mary told stories of her father working as a landscaper and my Grandpa Mike grew up working on his father's farm. There was a rock garden in our yard with sweet peas, lily-of-the-valley, peonies, bell flowers, and lilacs. These were all left over from a former gardener but enjoyed by our family, mom's favorites were the lilies-of-the-valley and peonies. The neighbors around us gardened and I would tag after them as they worked in their yards. I started bringing home house plants as a teenager and soon had my own jungle growing in my bedroom. The jungle followed me into marriage and when the young mother in the other half of our rental home suggest I help with her vegetable garden it sounded like fun. Digging my hands into the soil that first summer day I knew I was hooked. We planted tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and marigolds. They grew and so did the weeds and it soon became apparent that working in the garden was more than a young mother who was pregnant could handle and I took over. That's were it started, that first garden in the summer of 1983.
My grandparents were gardeners and I have many wonderful memories of running in their gardens and picking beans, strawberries, tomatoes, and zinnias. I guess gardening was imprinted on my DNA by many generations of gardeners, my Grandma Mary told stories of her father working as a landscaper and my Grandpa Mike grew up working on his father's farm. There was a rock garden in our yard with sweet peas, lily-of-the-valley, peonies, bell flowers, and lilacs. These were all left over from a former gardener but enjoyed by our family, mom's favorites were the lilies-of-the-valley and peonies. The neighbors around us gardened and I would tag after them as they worked in their yards. I started bringing home house plants as a teenager and soon had my own jungle growing in my bedroom. The jungle followed me into marriage and when the young mother in the other half of our rental home suggest I help with her vegetable garden it sounded like fun. Digging my hands into the soil that first summer day I knew I was hooked. We planted tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and marigolds. They grew and so did the weeds and it soon became apparent that working in the garden was more than a young mother who was pregnant could handle and I took over. That's were it started, that first garden in the summer of 1983.
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