Virginia Bluebells

Virginia Bluebells (Photo credit: pchgorman)


Virginia Bluebells

Virginia Bluebells (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Finally, I am able to log on to my computer. I spent the AM doing other stuff. The fish I had planned to cook for lunch was frozen hard, so I sent David to the store to buy some frozen soup for our lunch. I am making a pot of veggie soup for our evening meal.

The cute little clothes drying rack I ordered did not arrive. In its place came a huge box of plastic parts and a set of instructions. I called Solutions and arranged for a pickup and return. David cannot assemble things like that without having a conniption, and we don’t need a hissy fit today.

We were worn out last night from arguing about whether or not he locked the front door.  He does have hearing issues, and he is forgetful, but as he  finished our tax return on Monday, I must assume he has some mental ability. Or not. If I disappear suddenly, you can suspect the IRS got us.

Yesterday, with the plumber destroying our laundry room and the constant barking of dogs and parrots for 5 hours, we were a bit frazzled. We don’t handle noisy disruptions well.


At the end of the day, I finally made it into my garden…a quiet and calming place. Well mostly. Things have been growing so quickly the garden has lost its early spring charm and is quickly turning into a jungle. It’s partly my fault. I have never met a plant I didn’t like. As a result, I have stuffed more vegetation into a small space than is probably warranted.

In my defense I will say that some things have volunteered and spread, and some have come up to early (when did you ever see iris blossoms forming before the daffodils have faded? And tulips and daffodils blooming together?) The warm April weather has led to an uprising with June perennials thinking their season has arrived.

Immediately below,  Arum lilies in bloom. Far below Polygonatum (Solomon’s Seal)

Español: Arum italicum. Real Jardín Botánico d...

Arum italicum. Real Jardín Botánico de Madrid. |Date=abril 2007 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Polygonatum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every thing is bigger.  Arum lilies, with their ‘Jack in the Pulpit’ looking bloom hover over Skimmia. Solomon’s Seal  (Polygonatum) spreads like mad. I planted 2-3 Solomon Seal roots along the front walkway, and yesterday counted at least 2 dozen tips protruding from the soil.

Meanwhile the idiot neighbor is installing a new fence and trampling all over his anemones and other bulbs. Surely, taking on the project last fall or during the winter would have been better?


You may wonder why I keep gardening I complain so much. All gardeners are optimists. Call it the triumph of hope over experience. We keep hoping things will be better and often they are. Sooner or later, the warm months will come and the plants will have decided who is the winner and who is the loser. Not everyone will make it through the summer.

Juglans nigra

Juglans nigra (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

David and I pulled up the Sarcococca that had begun to yellow, probably killed by Juglans, the chemical the Black Walnut roots release. Black Walnut is a VA native. Underneath it grow Virginia Bluebells, (also a native plant), spreading merrily. I began the conversion to native plants about 10 years ago. They love the VA climate.  Sometimes the native plants beat the invasive plants.    

6 thoughts on “Finally

  1. This year I shall have to garden vicariously via yourself (and other bloggers) – a combination of cold weather and fractured ankle are seeing to that. I am only just getting around to sitting upright more at the computer. Every Blessing Freda from Dalamory


  2. I thought the bluebells were very lovely too. I wish I could have had some in Illinois too. I’m glad you’re able to get back to the computer. I’m always at a loss if I can’t use mine.


  3. I am thankful you inherited the writing AND gardening genes if such DNA actually exists. And your mother’s pulp fiction success evidently lives on in your ability to make history riveting as well as informative.


  4. I love that picture of the bluebells. Very pretty. I often wonder why my parents’ interests did not find a place in my life. For example, my mother loved to sew, but I don’t. My dad loved to garden, but I hate it. On the other hand, neither parent took up writing professionally as I did. Go figger!


    • My Mom was a writer, who wrote pulp fiction. You know…fallen women and redemption through true new love.

      My daughter, sister, and two granddaughters are English majors. The youngest girl wrote for her school paper.

      My Dad also wrote, mostly techincal stuff. He edited his college year book.


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