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Spring Planting 2015

I've lived in Utah long enough to know that you don't try to plant anything before Mother's Day. Any earlier than that, and either frost or snow or both will come back to bite you. Last weekend was Mother's Day, and the Wasatch Community Garden plant sale. Normally I start my morning at the plant sale, then come home and get my garden in. But it rained all last weekend, and I just didn't have the energy for it. I figured that I'd wait and do it this weekend instead, and get my plants from one of the nurseries.

However, yesterday morning dawned no different. We have had rain for days now, with no let-up expected for several more. But I reasoned that if I waited much longer, then I wouldn't get enough blooms before the summer was over. So I dutifully went down to the nursery, and bought some perennials and some basil, then it was off to Wal-Mart to get my Miracle-Gro soil. After that, I came home and spent the afternoon putting in my few plants and cleaning up my balcony. I've decided that I just don't have the energy for a large garden this year, so I'll have to be content with some flowers and the basil (at least I'll have my pesto).



The Madre sent me a packet of flower seeds.I don't usually grow anything from seed, but hopefully after 120 days or so, these will give me some pretty English Daisies


Columbine - I had to get this one because first of all, it's purple, and second of all, it reminded me of a song we used to sing in High School Choir, about how "the columbine was bending its head in the rain". My BFF would be proud.


Delphinium - I loved the bright blue color on this one, and how it's a little bushy. I thought it would be fun.

Alas, I ran out of soil, so my basil and marigolds are not yet in pots. And it was raining so hard that I didn't want to go out again. Hopefully I can keep them going in their little seedling pots until next weekend when I can get some more soil.

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