My Dragons
Seriously Icky
I'll grant you, it could be worse out there. It's snowing, but it's very light snow that's mostly melting as soon as it hits something, and I'm pretty sure it's not even supposed to freeze tonight. But after the lovely weather on Monday (which I didn't get to enjoy all that much, as I didn't feel well), it seems totally unfair that it should be icky outside. Spring is coming--honestly, spring is here, if only the first faint stirrings--but it gets hard to wait.
I have some sweet peas to plant, which I should do in the next few weeks; the seed packet says "as soon as the ground can be worked", which is in not too much longer, really. Also snapdragons, though my packet of columbine seems to have gone missing between when I paid for it and when we got home. But the sweet peas can go out the earliest.
I don't think I'm going to try planting anything edible this year; my blueberries have died (I don't know why; I gave them acid fertilizer and watered them and everything) and I got about three pea pods for my trouble last summer.
I should probably give the irises some bone meal, if I can work out a way to do it without disturbing their roots too much as I'd like them to finally bloom and clear up the variety confusion. What I really need to do is make them a proper raised bed1, but I can't figure out a way to do that in my courtyard that doesn't risk getting dirt all over everyone else's courtyard every time it rains, and Irwin, though certainly yard-enabled2, is a bit of a trek to do regular flower maintenance.
1: That and finish making the permanent variety tags. I bought a set of alphabetical metal punches on sale at Michael's a few months ago, and some sheet tin intended for scrapbooking. Tin might rust, but punched letters can't wash off in the rain.
2: Lacking any good mental image of how big an acre is, I can't tell you how large my mother's yard is. But I can tell you it takes about three hours to mow, on the riding mower.