I was walking by my house yesterday and a flash of color caught my eye. I (we) have a tulip that I've never seen before. As black as my thumb is, I do know that tulips don't just appear from accidentally dropped pollen--someone has to plant a bulb. I don't recall planting a tulip bulb. We've lived here almost three years and I have never seen a tulip over there before.
Yes, it is on the side of the house I don't look at much (it's the north side), but it's between the rose bush and the lilac bush, so I think I would have noticed it. It's truly a mystery (and had I been at all religious, I might even say miraculous, but I won't).
Yesterday, I also completed my second raised bed (well, I guess it's my third, if we count the lovely rock construction). I built this one with wood I found in the garage. I suppose I should be concerned because I'm not sure if the wood is treated, but it didn't seem as if it were.
At my husband's suggestion, I made the corner pieces longer than the box so that I could sink them in the ground and give it a little support. I used to like digging holes, but trying to dig holes in just the right places--now that is a pain.
I've started pulling up some of the grass and stuff inside the boxes so that they'll be ready for dirt. But it's an emotional trauma now because we just planted the grass last summer, spending long hours watering and fertilizing (organic and child-safe only). It doesn't come up easily, despite its youth.
Yes, it is on the side of the house I don't look at much (it's the north side), but it's between the rose bush and the lilac bush, so I think I would have noticed it. It's truly a mystery (and had I been at all religious, I might even say miraculous, but I won't).
Yesterday, I also completed my second raised bed (well, I guess it's my third, if we count the lovely rock construction). I built this one with wood I found in the garage. I suppose I should be concerned because I'm not sure if the wood is treated, but it didn't seem as if it were.
At my husband's suggestion, I made the corner pieces longer than the box so that I could sink them in the ground and give it a little support. I used to like digging holes, but trying to dig holes in just the right places--now that is a pain.
I've started pulling up some of the grass and stuff inside the boxes so that they'll be ready for dirt. But it's an emotional trauma now because we just planted the grass last summer, spending long hours watering and fertilizing (organic and child-safe only). It doesn't come up easily, despite its youth.
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