This weekend we finally got around (got a chance?) to do some of the much-needed yardwork. I’m happy to report, based on sorting through some pictures of the Smelly when we first got him, that the yard is much greener (all on its own!) although it is also sporting some new holes, thanks to our little fluffball.
The Boy cleaned out the eavestroughs, a task he’d been dreading, since it was such a soul-draining, full-day ordeal the past year. It turns out, however, that previous years were only a heinous task because the previous owners apparently left their troughs for several seasons (thanks!). This year it took him under an hour — what a relief!
We did some raking under the trees to clean up the dead branches and pine needles; the puppy seems to be much happier frolicking under there with reduced risk of a needle in the paw. The cats, less picky about what’s underfoot, seemed to be happy to also be given the opportunity to enjoy the spring.
While I was under there, I took the opportunity to break up my lily of the valley because, like Maria, I also think they’re wonderful, and am trying to breed a good-smelling carpet of them under my front trees. They’re slowly multiplying themselves out, but I’m quite pleased with their hardiness, given where I’ve put them. I’m not sure more than one of them will bloom this year, but that’s alright. Lily of the valley I can wait for. Also, right near them, I found a fun surprise:
Amidst the sunshine and the awesome breezes, I filled the birdfeeders (I know, finally) and took some pictures of Stuffs in bloom. No doubt when we get another sweep of rain, I’ll want the reminder of colour and sun.
One of the nicest surprises in this year’s garden was to see the tulip bulbs I’d planted last year — a present from The Boy’s trip to Holland — come up, when I’d given them up for dead. (I know, and yet I didn’t dig up the bulbs. What can I say? Lazy Gardener.) Apparently they just needed a little beauty sleep.
And lest you chastise me for not having any pictures of sproutling vegetables, promise of food later in the summer (see also: Lazy Gardener), I present you with Lucy, our pear tree: