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A visit to Iris’ place today proved fruitful in the spring flowers department! My mom emailed me to let me know it feels more like March today in Calgary as the temperature has risen to minus 2 degrees. Spring is definitely in the air. Here’s what I found in Iris’ garden.
Hellebores – the plants used in “flying ointment” for witches. They’re out in full bloom – right on schedule – in time for Lent.
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But first, the ants. Ants on the buds mean we’ll have fragrant pink blooms in not time. Thankfully, the peony plants survived the demolition process next door. Had I been a little braver, I would have dug up a few rosebushes and a hydrangea plant before they got the big squish by the back hoe.
Since the ants don’t damage the plants, I don’t mind letting them enjoy the sweet sap first. I’ll just dunk the flowers into some water before bringing them in the house.
Looks like peonies are poisonous to cats, so I’ll be putting them on the fireplace mantle. The kitties can’t get up there.
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Rather than wandering around aimlessly wondering what I’m going to cover next on my blog now that the Olympics are over – which, to be honest, I have been doing – I realized it’s nearly time to get going in the garden. Thank goodness! Another project to work on! Last year my garden was a complete bust. I somehow managed to grow zucchini vines but no zucchini plants. Crazy. And since I’m being honest about stuff, I started avoiding the front yard altogether due to the neighbours in the house with the crappy backyard. Since their house was so tiny, they spent the majority of the summer out in their front yard, which then led to them asking me questions about every plant in their yard and what to do with them. Pretty soon I just didn’t want to be out there. Who could possibly want to? Hanging out with my dumb old zucchini vines and answering questions about why the hydrangea plant in their yard had died. Which it hadn’t, by the way. It was just a dead flower. The plant was perfectly fine.
But it’s a new day and, in a surprise move, the owners of the tiny house with the garbage backyard (including a spare toilet) have finally mowed down the house, the sheds AND THE FENCE! Yay pudding! I am so happy to have to listen to construction noise for the next 7 or 8 months as they build the new house. And I’m pretty sure the construction workers will NOT be asking me about the rose bush. And if it’s dead. And if I could please come take a look at it.
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