Sharing my gardens with the locals

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cleanup, gardens, hibernation, postaday2015

My Yucca has once again suffered from the winter hibernational needs of the locals; I’m not sure who, it could be the bunny, the wood chuck or something else, this year I am not upset by it in the least. The first time it happened I was quite put out, but once I saw that Yucca had come back stronger than before, I quickly got over my frustration. I am leaning towards a wood chuck because the damage done is pretty big, the suspect got some substantial relief from the elements and got a lot of nutritional value to boot.

   

    

As I continued with the side garden cleanup, I was happy to see that two of the baby rose bush shoots that I had transplanted last year survived the harsh winter. I was so doubtful of their survival because they were so tiny when I had transplanted them and by the time winter had rolled around, they hadn’t gotten much bigger; to see them with their tiny red buds signaling life, put a big smile on my face.

  

Now that I have finished one garden cleanup, I feel so much better, more hopeful and lighter in spirit; there is just something about seeing renewed life that makes everything better.

 

  

  

 

Bamboo argh!!

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bamboo, cleanup, gardens, postaday2014

Why is it that I never mind doing any type of garden cleanup and I despise housecleaning? I do it, but it isn’t with the same mindset as when I am outside cleaning, pruning and raking up the debris, old branches and spent flowers and stems. I think that it has to do with the live nature of what I tend to outside; the house isn’t the same living, breathing and growing entity that my garden is, all the house does, no matter how much and how often I clean it, is accumulate dust and more dust. The garden, on the other hand, thrives and shows its gratitude every time that I apply my energies to it. My garden gives me as much or even more then what I give to it and we have a loving relationship; I nurture my plants and they give me joy and comfort.

Today I cleaned away all of the bamboo; I was going to do it earlier, but I changed my mind as soon as I saw the crowd of bees buzzing around the tiny flowers that come late in the bamboo season; I didn’t want to disturb their gathering of nectar and I wondered what honey would taste like if it came from the nectar of the bamboo plant. I don’t know if I will ever find out, but I was happy to see all of those bees working very diligently gathering their food source. We do have a severe problem with our world’s bee population and I am gratified to help out my bees in any way that I can.

Looking at the pool from midway up from the back gardens, I like the more manicured and open look, but I see my husband’s point when he wants the bamboo to grow high and wide; the privacy that it affords to those who are using the pool is nice. I do have a preference for the French garden, manicured and neat, but it is a lot of hard work to implement and more hard work to maintain. I have come to the conclusion that however my garden looks like, it is mine and I love it regardless; it provides me a source of therapy and peace to which I am very thankful.

Homeless Pandas of the world, I have a spot just for you

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bamboo, cleanup, gardens, postaday2014

I was back at my annual garden cleanup again today albeit, V e r y
V e r y S l o w l y. My main focus was to cut down the crazy dead bamboo; because goodness only knows, we must leave room for those little bamboo shoots to grow and spread. There are so many new shoots that I can safely house a few Pandas without fear of not having enough food for them. I feel better, now that I have done at least most of the heavy lifting; my son did help with picking up the debris and putting it into the brush pile, he made the job much easier and it went a lot faster.

I’m sure that Jack wouldn’t mind the addition of a Panda or two; they would make for new playmates; it’s not as if they would be competing for the same food source or anything, Pandas don’t eat mice, birds or bunnies, and Jack definitely doesn’t eat bamboo.

My gardens may look naked, but at least they look tidy naked.