Where the Wild Things Grow

I went into the basement today and saw what looks like a terrarium in the window well. I started laughing because that's sorta my gardening style. Leave things alone and see what survives. I'm surprised at how hearty these weeds are. Hopefully they are weeds and not a "controlled" substance.

Plan B

Plan A. I woke up this morning thinking that I was going to volunteer in Jack's class. They are having "Greek Olympics" at the park today. It sounded like fun and I could take Lily as well.

Jack must have caught some stomach bug and he didn't keep his breakfast down. Bummer for him. (We'll be washing hands like crazy so it doesn't spread)

Plan B. Take Emma for a bike ride before Michael heads to work. Work in the yard while the girls find bugs. I've been ignoring the weeds on the side of the house for long enough. During the great dig, I did find that several strawberry plants survived the winter. I'll be surprised if they actually manage to produce fruit. I should ask my neighbors what they plant, but I think that this will be the year of experimentation. We might have to blog the successes in order to remember what to plant next year. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First I need to get plants. That might fall under "Plan C".

Yardwork

I can't say that I love weeding, mowing, and trying to keep plants alive, but when it's done I feel pretty good about it. I guess my motto is "Do no harm." We'll see if our yard makes it through the summer with that in mind.

Yesterday I finally got around to starting up the mower. Surprisingly it started up after two tries. This is the mower that we bought a week after we moved here and realized that we were in charge of our own lawn. We found the mower at a yard sale around the block for $11.00 and walked it home. Anyhow... I got the lawn mowed and I'm not sure that I actually cut any grass. Parts of the lawn still have the ugly brown winter look to it, while the edges seem to be long enough to hike thru.

About a month ago I decided that bushes needed to be trimmed. I'm still hoping that the plants recover from the shock of getting flat top haircuts. The rose bushes seem hardy enough, they have leaves on them finally, but there are a few bushes out front that might have decided to die on me. I also have a tree out front that seems to have given up. That one is not entirely my fault, it looked sickly when we moved in.
The good news about the "gardening" that goes on around here is that Emma is all to happy to to help. Sure I need to teach her the difference between flowers and weeds, but that's just in the details. Emma has been putting up makeshift "bird feeders" for the birds. I guess we need to work on a real birdhouse.