Why daylilies, you might be asking? Well, an old gardener, like ProfessorRoush, is also a wise gardener. The fleeting gardening whims and indiscretions of my youth are far behind me, set aside and subdued by the realities of sore hands and thighs and a hundred scars. To be a wise gardener, one becomes a simple gardener, and no plant creates beauty and requires less care on the Kansas prairie than a daylily. Plant them, watch them bloom, and each year it requires only a few seconds of the removal of dead debris and they're renewed again, a cycle of gracefulness and self-sufficiency that I can't turn down. As I age with my garden, I turn to daylilies more and more often to provide color and carefree joy in the hot Kansas sun. I'll show you this area again, later this summer, so we can enjoy the "fruits" of my labor together.
Though an old gardener, I am but a young blogger. The humor and added alliteration are free.
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Commence Operation Daylily
sheetbarrow down the hill to the burn pile and they were gone.
Friday, March 12, 2021
I'll Take It!
Three short weeks ago, it was -17ºF one morning, the ground rock hard and unnurturing, the air as dry and crisp as a potato chip. Two Saturdays past, I got outside for the first time this year, spread a little straw down where the mulch was thin, trimmed a couple of fruit trees, and prayed for warm weather. Last Saturday, I officially kicked off the gardening year, weeks behind, clearing two beds, spreading more straw, and protecting the just-growing ornamental onions from ungulate nocturnal predators. But still, Spring I felt, was but a distant dream.
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