First year in the spot, this backyard rose won’t give up. The buds, they keep coming.
One of my dear wife Karen’s new ideas for the backyard garden this year is a fairy garden. She selected the boxed plants, sent away for the decorations, lovingly set it up off the back deck. My job is to admire the results of her work. I have yet to spot a visiting little person.
A hanging plant over the big rose bush is the perfect addition in this corner of our backyard garden complex. My dear wife Karen’s plans make our hangout better every dang year. Yes, this is the first time I’ve called it our backyard garden complex.
Our peony tree has grown every year since we put it in shortly after we moved into A Bitty Better here in the Galeville neighborhood of Liverpool. But … no blooms. This is the year. Big time. Thank you, peony tree, for rewarding my dear wife Karen and I for our patience.
My dear wife Karen didn’t even ask me to dig the hold for our annual pot of Gerber daisies. She went and took care of this part of the planting from our Chuck Hafner’s Garden Center haul by herself after we’d put the azalea in the ground together. Yes, she brought the chairs up from…
The carefully selected azalea from Chuck Hafner’s Garden Center is now safely in our backyard garden. My dear wife Karen walked the line, held out her fingers, gauged the sun angles and told me where to dig. Love it.
Alongside the side fence in our backyard, up comes a yellow tulip, too. I’m thinking more to come.
Watching cherished rescue mutt Ellie B do her thing after my work shift at the library, I note in the backyard two popping tulips.
Spring continues its progression in my neck of the woods. Leaves have popped up on the backyard rose bushes. I again appreciate the one-by-one of our various flora and fauna.
When the backyard yellow bunch next to the deck decided it was time, they did it en masse.