Sunday, March 12, 2006


Last post, I warned you. I told you that Spring Fever was a-coming. Well, it has hit. Specifically, Friday morning, at about 8:37 CST, as I gazed out the window, finishing my last cup of fortifying tea, realizing that the day was actually going to be sunny and near 50 degrees.

I started to vibrate. My hands itched. My plans hatched. Not elaborate plans, of course. Basically, I decided that Sara would be happily occupied with the large puddle that was the driveway, and the accompanying mud. Molly with same.

And damn the consequences.

So, I crammed Sara into her snow pants and boots (I wasn't that crazed to send her out without some easily washable, non-stainable covering) and we all piled out to the front yard. I hooked up Ole Bessie, the (new last year) blue wheelbarrow, grabbed pruning devices and gardening (not snow!) gloves, and attacked the front beds with reckless abandon:

Here, we see the two beds in the front yard, flanking the front walk. Sara is taking a muddy breather.

And here, we have the after photos, for anyone who is so beyond being besotted with gardening things that you even desire to see a bare bed. What you can't see are all sorts of bulb noses poking up. That bare viburnum under the window will need to be moved this year. I don't relish the though as it is 1) large and, 2) nice and will be, 3) a pain in the arse and, 4) may well die but, 5) can't stay as it is getting too bloody big and will block the window.

Colin, having had an early release day from school, burst through the door with his own Great Idea:

"Mom! We need to make ice cream! We haven't made ice cream in 100 Billion Years! We need to make chocolate! And white!"

And so, yesterday, we did. And it was marvelous, both the chocolate and the vanilla.

I leave you with this last, which is how a Wisconsin lass plays in the sandbox, complete with snowpants and snow boots, in shirt sleeves, surrounded by melting snow.

I'm outta here. Ole Bessie is calling.



Blogger listmaker said...

Oh, how lovely! I noticed last week that the sun had a little warmth in it, the geese are flying over and little bits of stuff are poking out of the ground. I haven't actually put on my wellies and gone tromping around the yard, though, much less done any work out there. You are a "gardener extraordinaire" to get an early start.

11:48 AM  
Anonymous Christie said...

As soon as the boy wakes up from his morning nap we are off to Home Depo to snag supplies to do much of the same. Alas, in the 80's, and muggy as a freaking jungle.

Was that the mournful call of young turkies in love I heard while viewing your photos???

And love the sandbox with the snow garb and melting snow in the background. Too funny! Ahh, I hear a "mommy" coming from the back bedroom, time to dig!

12:54 PM  
Anonymous Kate W. said...

Hooray for Spring! I just came back inside with Sarah. We have just been visiting all of your tulips and daffodils that are sprouting. We have also found out that all of the neighborhood cats have been #$%^!ing using underneath our back porch for a giant litterbox. It smells, well, like a giant litterbox. GAH! You would think that the ginormous woodchuck that is hibernating under there too would have shooed them away. sigh... What do I do oh wise one? Come on, I know you have an answer for me! Please!
ps John says he is going to shoot them- not an option I say....

6:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, just live it up. Portland got all your snow and cold. It tied for the latest ever for measurable snow. Milwaukie got about 1/2" twice. Daffadils are in bloom and the daphne is in full smell. And the snow covered most of it. Astoria and Warrenton on the coast actually closed school and there were photos of snow on the sand at Fort Stephens.

The Ole RFer

10:56 PM  
Blogger Diana said...

Listie- Isn't it wonderful. Our songbirds came into town this week, so now it even sounds like spring.

Christie- (said in your best Homer Simpson) Hooooome Deeeeepot *drool*. I think I'll keep my low 50s. Not ready, yet, for heat and humidity. Boy, it sure was fun getting all that sand out of the snow pants and boots, lemme tell you.

Kate- Hmmm. Aside from tin foil and sliced oranges, I got nothing. Except, wait! Cats only go where they aren't welcome. Perhaps if you put kitty litter down and little bowls of kitty crunchies, they'd shun it?

Dad- Heh. Heh, heh. You got snow. Heh, heh, heh. I'd laugh louder but we're supposed to get some here and there all week.

9:23 AM  
Blogger moegirl said...

I sense your spring excitement! And the pictures are cool. Sara sounds like a girl after my own heart- as a kid I rarely passed a puddle that I didn't feel like jumping in, throwing rocks in and swishing around with sticks. Ahhh, the good old days! When a pile of sand, a puddle, and some sticks provided hours of fun.

4:39 PM  
Blogger Teri said...

Thunderstorms! We had wicked t-storms last night.

In like a lion, out like a lamb!

7:57 PM  
Blogger Rozanne said...

You made short work of those beds. They look lovely and weed-free.

If only I could get myself to do the same. The weeds in my beds are terrifying!

As the ole RFer pointed out, it's been cold. Does not make me want to poke around in the garden.

8:15 PM  
Blogger The Lioness said...

YOU LET YOUR CHILD GO OUT WHEN THERE'S STILL SNOW ON THE GROUND??? You rotten, rotten mother! They'll be traumatised and it will be all your fault. Can be cured w a dosis of visiting Eurpean cities where cheese and wine galore are to be found. *clears throat* Or so I'm told.

And you make ice cream. With your bare hands, I presume.

It's all too much for me.

10:11 PM  
Blogger brooksba said...

Okay, I was reading this and hoping you didn't get hit with the massive amounts of snow that recently crossed the Twin Cities path. Then I found Johnny's comment and had to laugh out loud. I remember running around in a snow suit, willingly making snow buddies, snow angels, going tubing, skiing, skating, and loving every minute. I want to have a snowball fight.

I can't wait to see the flowers in full bloom!

4:43 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Stace- And, if it was a really good puddle, the Barbies could have a beach party!

Teri- Apparently we did, too. Kept Charles up all night with the ruckus. Me? I slept and had absolutely no idea anything was happening at all. I was sad as I love me a good spectacular storm. Guess all that yard work did me in.

Rozanne- As you know, one nice thing of a perennial bed is that you just take the tools and hack everything off at the ankles and tote away the old stuff. The weeds are just starting to come in, so it looks falsely good.

Johnny- Dahling! Don't you know all that fresh, clean Wisconsin air has the strongest of health benefits? You should definitely come and try! Cure your insomnia right off. Lots of cheese and right tasty local wines to boot! Ok, here's the deal, we'll do some sort of exchange trip in a couple of years when you are free and my kids are bigger?

(ps: ice cream is dead easy to do, especially if you have one of those quick-freeze thingies. It's like bread. Seems impressive but it's not.)

Beth- Nope, we're good. Had a dusting last night (Monday night) but apparently the northern part of the state got spanked with up to 2 feet of snow, poor bastards. Hope yours is gone soon. Silly Johnny doesn't know what's good, does she? Poor deprived thing.

9:41 AM  
Blogger CarpeDM said...

Occasionally, if I have been very, very good, Keem will allow me to jump in puddles. But they cannot be very deep because then she gets cranky about how I'm going to get her car wet. And, since I accidentally spilled milk in the car a few weeks ago, I try not to make her cranky.

Considering how much I like mud puddles, you'd think I'd enjoy gardening, wouldn't you? My mom despairs of my lack of love for digging...I hate getting my hands dirty and the thought of running into bugs makes me nervous. I love reading your posts though.

9:42 AM  

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