Felt more like a hundred miles. I have few photos because even though I worked my arse off both Saturday and Sunday, it was nearly all seed planting, which looks like…dirt. A photo of dirt isn’t terribly interesting (though now that I think of it, I have done that before). Anyway…

Friday after work, I had little energy, but did manage to plant a few sweet alyssium around the Sweet Tea honeysuckle.

Saturday morning, I went down and cut two of the branches off the fallen tree (hoping to drag them up to where I can reach with my Grrrrl Chainsaw). My arms were so sore and I was shaking from having done that much hand-sawing (though that pruning saw kicks ass), which is why the photo is blurry, but I liked the morning sun, and I love Canadian Columbine!

Not that I did anything here; it’s just that the little dogwood stick looks so pretty. Even P noticed! It may be a stick now, and no picture does it justice, but it by-god flowered, and it will grow.

I had got four ‘Balmy Pink’ balm-of-bees to replace some that hadn’t made it through the winter. I planted those early Sunday morning…or Saturday. It’s all a blur of dirt, seeds, roots, and mulch. 🙂

I put the four Buddleia (dwarf) that I got last week along the fence line. I thought I’d bought all four “red” (as red as Buddleia gets), but one was lilac purple. Not that it really matters; I’m obviously not one of those people who stresses over whether flowers co-ordinate!

P mowed the lawn, but he couldn’t bring himself to mow my little field of clover, either. Photo doesn’t do it justice; I agree with P’s assessment that, “It looks like you should lie down in it.”

Didn’t do anything here, either, but the pachysandra and Virginia creeper look nice. Hope they stay that way.

Salvia ‘Vista Red’ went into the Bee Happy bed. It needed more colour.

I was poking around the hydrangea out front when it…meowed. I stood up to find this majestic bastard, looking like a jungle beast.

If P hadn’t noticed, they might have died, but three of the Black Swallowtail babies that finished their growing on carrot and fennel from the organic produce section of the grocery store eclosed. I had eight; two died trying to become chrysalises…es..es, three I released yesterday, and three are still in their sleeping bags. This one got photographed because his wings weren’t quite ready to fly; the other two took off just as soon as I opened my hands. Beautiful little creatures; I’m glad I raised them.