One of the the things I enjoy most about gardening is the way that the plants I grow will occasionally surprise me. The bulb that I forgot I placed in the fall ground will provide a lovely surprise come the spring. That plant that I least expected to succeed, not only succeeds but thrives in the soil. This spring, the rhododendron bushes that grow on either side of my front porch steps qualify as that kind of surprise.
The plants are always lovely, of course, but last year's winter was rather rough for them and come last spring they didn't bounce back as much as I would have liked. I did some garden research to diagnose the problem and trimmed off some dead branches early this year. hen I promptly forgot about the rhododendrons. Or at least I did until this past week when the bushes exploded in color, with a lavish display of deep purple flowers.
I am determined to fight for good in 2018. First up: It’s time for Donald Trump to go. I like to read (I just finished Julie Otsuka’s When the Emperor was Divine), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… my big stack of books-to-be-read, garden catalogs, planning history projects for 7th graders, hand-written notes, fresh calendars, soft winter scarves, polka dots, glimmers of hope, laughter, playing card games, morning sunlight, fleece gloves, Winter walks, magnolia trees, ivy, amaryllis bulbs, cozy throw blankets, HGTV, and the deep sleep I get after a good workout.