I accomplished very, very little this past weekend because Saturday was a “throw up my coffee and spend the entire day with ice on my head”, and Sunday was “Dragging my arse, still have a dull ache behind my eye, and have to do laundry.”

After I threw up my coffee on Saturday, I felt well enough to get dressed, so before that feeling went away, I planted the threadleaf coreopsis (Route 66 and Main St) and coreopsis Baby Sun that I’d got on Thursday.

That was basically it; the rest of the day was a wash but for the fact that I discovered I have not one, but two bullfrog girls. Michigan Jane is the smaller of the two, and I named the bigger one Big Bertha. Not very imaginative, I know, but I had a very bad headache.

Near dark on Saturday, my big accomplishment was planting a few borage seeds in the Bee Happy bed, and a few bloodflower in the milkweed bed. That’s basically it for the day.

Sunday was only marginally better, and I didn’t take any pictures because I felt too gross to care, but I managed to rip up some grass where I wanted to move the Backstop so it will (hopefully) block the view of the neighbours’ ugly shed this summer. We had a bit of a time with it, and it’s not perfect, but once it’s covered with cardinal climber (hopefully, I have enough seeds), it’ll be fine.

P.S. I also had to break down and spray the Tornado Honeysuckle with insecticidal soap because the goddamned aphids were getting out of hand. Nearly all of the blooms/blooms-in-progress were deformed and therefore useless to Mean Little Birds, so I cut off as many as my head could stand to do. Hopefully, the honeysuckle will know it hasn’t done its big spring bloom yet, and will make more flowers.