Saturday, pre-Easter Soiree, I spent a few hours out front chopping and hacking at deadwood left over from the Fall — in particular, chopping back the ornamental grasses and various perennials that die back with the cold. Yes, sir, yes, sir, five trash cans full. And that was just the front yard.
We’ve all sorts of bulbs bulbing, and the irises are cropping up nicely. Lots of stuff beginning to green up at the bases under the leaf mulch. Nothing needs watering yet — but if we keep getting lots of sun, warm temps, and minimal snow/rain, it won’t be long before I fire up the sprinklers.
The Gardening Dad in me chortles and rubs his hands together in glee as Katherine wants to join me in the yard doing cutting and cleaning. She was quite helpful. And .. it won’t be long now before I’ll be sitting in a lawn chair sipping a daiquiri as my offspring labors out under the hot sun in keeping the yard ship-shape. It’s a dream I have …