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The Garden

The first spring, summer and fall seasons on Chickadee Hill, we concentrated on cutting pathways through the forest floor.  Hiking trails.  Try them.  So much more interesting that walking the street or the high school track.  Do watch your step though.  Landed on my ample bum more than once.  Still do come to think on it.  I have a nice assortment of walking sticks made by Swiss Army Knife people.  They have a compass on the top.  Haven't gotten lost yet but appreciate the effort.

 In the fall of our first year, the oldest granddaughter planted two hundred spring bulbs in secret places.  Now THIS is the greatest idea of all time!   Come spring, the surprise crocus, tulips, daffodils, hyacinths and Easter Lily are the greatest 'giggles and grins' experience you will ever have.  And guess what else?   The last two spring times have been just as giggly grinning as that first.  I could live here the rest of my life and still be amazed and astounded at our first year’s surprise plantings.  Hoping youngest granddaughter can be convinced to not pull up tulips by their bulbs.

One of those garden bitches I mentioned earlier asked me how I could possibly tell the Alyssa planted bulbs from the wild carnage of growth in the rest of the gardens.  Ah ... here is the secret.  Alyssa's bulbs are planted in perfectly straight lines along side walks and other straight markers.  A couple of places she planted exactly five bulbs in circles.  So tell me, what kind of grandmother would not immediately recognize the flowers planted by her grandchild?  Not a very damn good one that's for sure.  We don't need to mention that I have no problem cheating a bit...........>>>>>

Year two we actually raked and cleared out the previously landscaped spots. Got all the tall ornamental grasses cut down to nubbins.  Some of those plants had stalks that looked like and were as strong as bamboo!   We have ornamental grasses that grow twenty feet tall and are more than a yard across.  I have pictures if you don’t believe me.  By July the uptop-outback garden looks like an impenetrable jungle of tall (and I mean very tall) decorative grass.

Nevertheless, year two saw the uptop-outback garden cleared out and it looked like somebody cared.  For a little while.  After that I pretty much let it grow wild again.

Truth time.  You will never find a better friend than one who will tell you the truth about your weed patch.  I had been carefully preserving two plentiful but lovely plants. One had delicate white flower tops and a lacy leaf structure.  It seemed hardy, grew tall, strong and plentiful.

The second favored plant was low to the ground, green leafy with cute little purple flowers shooting up.  It had spread wide and far. 

My gardening experts looked at each batch of plants and comments like, "To each her own",  "Never can tell what someone will like", "Stupid is as stupid does".  "That’s interesting, Queen Ann's Lace,  hard to control".   All I heard was the name, "Queen Ann’s Lace".  My beautiful tall flowering plant had a name.

Then my friend Deanna came for a visit and exclaimed, "Fer cryin’ out loud  Connie, that’s a weed!"  Now THIS friend tramped right in and started pulling that stuff out by the long tap roots.   She taught me how to do it and for the rest of that spring I pulled out that damn weed.  Oh and I was sure to tell my other 'friends'  that I thought their passive aggressive pranks were not so amusing.  The bitches.

Oh, and the second plant I thought so cool?  Clover.  Yup.  Clover.  If clover were a cash crop I'd be a millionaire. 

A friend is someone who can see through you and still enjoy the view.  I'm sure that quote is attributable to someone but you get the picture?

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