Monday, June 17, 2013

one helping or two

I go out to the backyard before I leave for work, usually around 0600. Sometimes I see foxes, or ducks, or even a hawk or two. But most times I get to see that gangster deer, bambi, chowing down at the Groble buffet. Come on, leave some for the birds.

It wouldn't be so bad if bambi and his gangster posse only eat bird seed. but no, they have to munch on perfectly good hosta too.  That's why we have a zillion hosta. I figure the deer can't eat them all.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

yeah, i watered

Pat is out west, visiting the grandkid. She left the precious potted plants to my care, how trusting. As you can see, I watered. Hey, once a week is good right?
 














Don't worry Pat. I got the ones in the front yard too.

Friday, May 31, 2013

i'm back

It has been a long while since I last blogged about our garden. One thing leads to another and all of a sudden a year has gone by. Well, my love of working in the garden did not go away as the picture of that fine Ohio product, Sweet Peet will attest. Pat and I got 10 yards of the stuff this time. The combination of composted animal manure and leaf humus is all we will put in our garden. All the beds get refreshed with it and it is perfect combined with newspaper to start a new bed.
 
 You'll notice Smith Brothers delivered it. We have been getting our gardening needs from these guys almost since we moved to Ohio. They know their stuff and even recognized us at the Medina Garden show.
 
Last fall I dumped all the hosta in pots in a mound of compost, thinking that would be better than leaving them to winter over in pots. What a mistake. I never thought finding them in the spring would be so hard. Well it is a lesson learned. This coming fall, the hosta stay in pots.


This is our first big project of the spring. Why not dig out all the day lilies from this part of the yard, separate them, add some hosta and create a new flower bed. It only took 2 days, and eliminated another piece of turf grass from the yard. I will shed no tears for the late turf grass.

 These guys I don't like roaming around in the garden. They should go play on the highway.
 These guys we like and they seem to like our yard because there is always food for them, if Bambi and his gang of thugs don't eat it first. 

We lost our shade on the patio last fall. Jimmy cut the dead trees down and dug the root balls out. There is something about developers who plant trees with a 20-30 year life cycle that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Or maybe it was the clay I was digging up around the root balls. None the less, our hosta and ligularia are going to have a couple of rough years until the newly planted trees can throw some shade. 
  





Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Fired Up Tacos

It’s 20 degrees out and the Fired Up Taco Truck is slinging the best tacos in Cleveland. While it might be the recently unearthed Richard IIIs winter of discontent, I’m contented eating the best food around. The food shows feature food trucks from all over the country, but the weather always looks so nice. Weather in the Great Lakes is anything but nice in February.