In the garden. (With Carly Simon.)

For Valentine’s Day, my husband bought me a bunch of plants for our garden.  I had been anxiously anticipating their arrival for a few weeks now, however we were stuck in the Winter-That-Would-Not-End, so the nursery held on to them.  And held on to them.

And held on to them.

I’m pretty sure the only thing I have looked forward to with greater excitement than these plants arriving were the births of our children.  And it didn’t help that a twisted, warped part of my brain kept singing Carly Simon’s Anticipation, whenever I thought about them.

Gentle reader, people shouldn’t have to walk around with Carly Simon songs constantly in their head.  It’s just not right.

Today, however, today they came.  In what possibly may be the world’s most compact three foot package we received three dwarf blueberry bushes, three rhubarb crowns, and 25 asparagus plants.

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re saying, “Twenty-five asparagus plants?  What were you thinking?”  I admit it, my eyes were bigger than my garden bed.  We only managed to plant thirteen of them in the special area reserved for them.

Evidently, I was blinded by scenes of asparagus-glory when I was ordering these guys and I over-purchased.  Greatly.  Honesty compels me to admit that I didn’t listen to the advice of my husband, who suggested that I purchase a smaller number.

So if anyone in Indianapolis needs some asparagus plants, I have a few available.

In other gardening news, almost everything  is starting to poke up through the dirt a bit.  The radishes and spinach, especially, are popping up like gang busters.  The peas, however, are taking their sweet time which causes me no small amount of angst.

I’m also pleased to announce that my baby bok choi is looking strong, despite the bleepity-bleep feral cats that keep using that garden bed as a litter box.  (Just so you know, in my head there was no censoring.)  In fact, the bok choi is doing so well, that I had to thin them out a bit, which always makes me feel like a plant murderer.

Best of all, this morning our apricot tree was covered with a few dozen blossoms.  This is the year we eat fruit from that tree-  I can feel it and I just can’t wait.

Anticipation, anticipation is making me late, is keeping me waiting…..

Shut up Carly Simon!  Shut up!

Let me close this post with a haiku my oldest daughter wrote this morning that pretty much captures all the love and tingly feelings I’m having for our gardens right now.

Swaying daffodils,

Peonies are growing high.

This is the garden.

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7 Responses to In the garden. (With Carly Simon.)

  1. Sarah says:

    I’ll volunteer to take some plants off your hands.
    only if you teach me how to grow them.
    Hugs sent your way.

  2. Mindy says:

    When I read Trinity’s haiku, I didn’t hear Carly Simon anymore. Zen.

  3. Marie says:

    When I moved into my current house, there were at least 13 feral cats living in my yard. Gotta love ’em. (Especially in spring. 13 unspayed & un-neutered cats right outside my sliding glass door-if that’s not the Wild World of Animals, I don’t know what is.) Also, gotta put out a lot of red pepper on top of the dirt and they might (no promises….very iffy “might”) leave the dirt alone. Otherwise, enjoy the free fertilizer!

  4. The feral cats post. Oh how I love that. I’ll buy some of your extra asparagus! Michael is the gardener around here, and also an asparagus hater….and I forgot to intervene that hatred when he mapped out his garden plans! But there is still some open spots back there that need to be taken over by asparagus. How can you not like asparagus?

  5. Cozette says:

    Orange peels are supposed to keep cats out.

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