ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

I have been spending the better part of the last week and this weekend on my hands and knees.

Cleaning up the flower gardens around the house, that got damaged during the house remodel.  Lot got  tramped on by ladders and feet.

 I knew  it was going to happen. Figure collateral damage and there is always next year.

So it was down on my hands and knees, pulling weeds.

Some had grown 4 feet tall in the rose garden part. You know the ones that look like they came from an oat field. They were not to hard, but my childhood friend flower, the butter cup.. (remember putting the flower part  under your chin to prove you like butter).. well, THOSE have at least 2 feet or more roots.. I swear, if one could lift up their lawn in the air about 2 feet, you would see a full lawn of networks of roots from buttercups. NOT EASY TO PULL.   So my fun flower as a child, is not so much fun as an adult.

Also worked on the memorial garden..  which has two plants that are alike  One is pink and the other is white. Forgot what the name of it is. But it is odd.. was given the pink one..  I thought it died..  so bought the white one, the following year.  Never got around to pulling the first one.

Now one flowers and the other doesn’t.. it is like they take a break every other year.. and luckily they are opposite, so I have at least one growing and blooming.. this year is the original one.

PICTURES TOMORROW