Spring is sprung, and being so, I have no time for sitting around anymore. Beds need cleaning out, plants need to be in the dirt, and so do seeds. Plus, the MLBs are back, and that means feeders, too. I also bought more bebe pine trees, though I didn’t have room for all 30 of them and gave about half of them to C. Anyway, I have catching up pitchers!

It didn’t take long to see results in the front flowerbed. Bachelor’s button is one, and the other is…I dunno. I have a lot of “I dunno” growing in the Bistro. 🙂

My wild phlox survived! Phlox, phlox, phlox…just because it’s fun to say. Also pretty.

Wild geranium, AKA cranesbill. I don’t like cultivated geranium, but I certainly like these. 

My little dogwoods have bracts this year. They’re still babies, but they made it through two winters, and they’re doing okay.

Last weekend (yes, it took two days), I finally did the fence line flowerbed. It’s a pain in the arse, but I had an assistant. The world’s worst assistant, but his heart’s in the right place. Only one of the dwarf butterfly bushes didn’t make it, and I accidentally uprooted another when I was weeding, so it’s iffy. I bought four more just to make sure I’ll have enough.

FWIW, I threw some Northern Sea Oats seeds by the pond. I still have lots left, so we’ll see how it goes. I took a picture of dirt because I want to remember when I planted them (last Sunday).

Found this little guy by the outside light. I don’t know what he is besides a longhorn, but after the long winter, I’ll take just about any bug I can get!

Dogwood bracts look even prettier in the sun.

I bought baby hedge clippers/grass cutters, and tried them out on one clump of that godforsaken maiden grass out front (can’t wait to replace that with something native). I discovered that even if I don’t like the grass, someone did; there was a little burrow right in the middle of the clump.

I don’t know why the picture is so blurry, but the Grey Sticks and the Cliffie Bush are leafing out early this year. They usually make me wait so long I’m nearly positive that they’re dead!

He’s still shy and wouldn’t let me close, but since I threw some of the jungle of frogbit from the 55g into the pond, I’ve seen S’Prize more often. As nearly as we (meaning C) can guess, it’s likely that he came here as an egg on a plant from her pond. I didn’t want fish, really, but he’s survived all this time without care because I had no idea he was there, so I have to admire him.

I was driving through the Buchheit parking lot when a flash of pink caught my eye. They were priced, but they had just come in and weren’t “officially” out for sale, so I had to reach high and dig a little, but I got them! It looked like they had a flat of a dozen, and half of those came home with me. The tag wasn’t helpful, but I think they might be ‘Florida Sweetheart’. Whatever they’re called, they’re fucking beautiful!

EDIT: I changed my mind; I think they might be ‘Fannie Munson’.