I promised myself I wasn’t going to work myself to death all day, so my Saturday was a little more relaxed than my Friday. I worked the little sand I had left, and six bags of garden soil in, then planted my cosmos seeds. I have Tetra Red, Picotee, Sensation and the Bright Lights I brought from 544. I didn’t measure the bed, but it’s a good size.

Tilled, raked, seeded, topped with a thin layer of cow poop compost and watered down.

Now frost blanket, AKA anti-cat bathroom cover.

Some random crabapple blooms because they’re pretty.

Lazy-dils finally bloomed.

Mystery plants I thought might be peony are…hosta. I swear whoever did the landscaping here just walked through Lowe’s garden centre and said, “Oh, that’s dirt-common–I’ll take it!” I don’t mind hostas, though; I’ll leave them, at least for now.

Something in the lily family. At least it’s not another goddamned daylily!

I cut out a bunch of the fountain grass (or whatever that shit is) on the south side. I left some, and put the rest on the north treeline. If it grows, it grows. If it dies, whatever. I don’t care much for it anyway. Onje assisted me in cutting the grass back. I use the term loosely.

I’m also allergic to the goddamned stuff. I got this just from having it touch my arm, and a couple of small scratches. Fuck ornamental grass.

P.S. I also put up five hummingbird feeders. I’ll probably have to throw out the solution before I have any takers, but they’re in the area, and the feeders are there should a weary, hungry traveller fly overhead!

P.P.S. I dug another bucket of fucking dandelions, and there’s still lots. My yard is a never-ending pit of dandelions, just waiting to sprout.