The mild winter felt like spring sometimes. And spring means you should be digging in dirt. Could not wait ...
So when the time was right I went to it. Found a string to make sure it was going to be straight. I had paid attention when my grandfather (Opa Otto) had worked on things.
Virginia clay is just like Kentucky clay. Not good for growing things in.
I did plant some saucer dahlias. Only 3.
And ... can you believe this? ... some rhubarb. I don't have much hope for the rhubarb but I had to try.
The goal is to have the garden as easy-care as possible. All we want is to enjoy as many blossoms as possible (like the knock-out roses) ... and some basil ... and some other herbs.
I have to say a great big THANK YOU to my dear, dear husband. I know he doesn't really like it that I create more planting areas. But nevertheless he not only tolerates my efforts but also helps without being asked when he sees that I am struggling. Ah, bless him. I love you, James!
I am sure you will see the coming year pictures of nature filling out our garden.