Sunday, March 27, 2011

Today in the Garden

More Star Magnolia
Swiss Chard





Chives

Garden at the ready


Seeds in the potting shelf












For a rainy day, it was just fabulous. Not a cloud in the sky. Hurried to get my chores done and then out to the garden. I can't wait for the warm weather. Everything is ready. And I've now got a fence plan. The Putterer

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Lenton Rose is in Bloom

My Lenton Rose in bloom in March.

This was one of those unexpected gardening days. By all accounts we were supposed to have miserable weather today, but the sun gleamed brilliantly through the blinds in my window this morning. And while I ignored it for most of the day, I finally snuck away from my domestic goddess chores and spent a solid three hours or so out in the garden, cleaning, clearing and sweeping up.

This lovely Lenton Rose winked at me from behind the leaves. Tomorrow, they are calling for snow. Let's hope it's just another weather prediction gone bad.. The Putterer

Sunday, March 13, 2011

No Deer, No Deer, No Deer

My neighbor Harper made this sign. The unhappy deer is clearly not welcome.



So my little neighbor drew me a picture. I told her about the deer that came and ate my garden last year and she made me a sign to hang in my garden. No Deer! I love the way she drew the antlers. And look how unhappy my unwanted visitor looks.

The plan now is to fence the garden. And that's where I am right now. Thinking about fences and how to put one in that serves multiple functions. To fence out the deer, to preserve the view down into the ravine and to fence out the porcelain berry that grows wild on my neighbor's property and is trying to grow on mine.

I also want two types of fences. On the one side, I'd like a  fence that is like a wall, made perhaps of wood or bamboo. This would be a very high fence to keep the leaping buck from leaping in. On the back side, I am looking for something also high that will minimally affect the view, black wire between posts, with a gate so that I might still visit. And it all must look as if it always had been there. I've ordered a fence book. The Putterer