The gardens and an apology...

I know that I promised some shots of the garden progress.

(Like weeks ago)

I can hear you....

"Whatever Julia...You are hardly around anymore.  You don't visit me, and if you do swing by, you are just a Peeping Tom....you never leave a comment anymore.  You don't even snuggle me at night?"


I know.


I know.


Bad blogger, BAD.


I'm sorry.

You see, I have a good excuse. 

My internet time is pretty soaked up for the next week or so by the magazine and then I promise that I will be back.  I am just getting my footing over at Rhythm of the Home with the sweetheart duo, Heather and Bernadette. 

They are being super slow and kind to me.... the magazine virgin that I am.  But it is a lot and I don't want to mess up.  I am learning so much. 

In a big way.

So, anyway enough excuses....Here is the garden as promised.

This was over a month ago.  I spent an entire day getting rid of the tall dead growth to make a clean slate for the perennials to breath in.

And of course, I wore my gardening uniform.

And I use the word uniform lightly here...

Translation....The most unflattering clothes that I can get my hands on.

Crocs, hideous cropped pants, floppy straw hat, ripped gardening gloves....and my most favorite thing to wear when I am home with no risk of being seen by anyone....

My white Hanes t-shirt sans bra.

Note to you all...don't come over without calling first. 

I am NOT a pretty sight.

I was pretty happy with my progress, but I really am not a huge fan of brown.

Blah.

So, you can imagine my excitement when signs of life began sprouting from our perennial circle.

My peonies to remind me of my Gram.

Bachelor Buttons that remind me of pineapples.

Strawberry blossoms that intertwine with the mint that threatens to take over.

(I don't mind)

And when you nurture those signs with a bit of sun, a bit of snow, and a bit of water over the course of a month...you end up with something pretty darn green.

I can't wait until the flowers blossom, so that I can fill little vases with them to sniff in every room of the house.

Now, after that lovely story of progress in the outdoor growing season.  I must report that the indoor greenhouse did not fare as well.

Thanks to these two innocent looking scally-wags.

Don't let the peaceful faces fool you....They have been up to NO GOOD.

Do you remember how much Gracie LOVED that seed paper that I made?

Well, apparently she happens to REALLY like how those seeds taste once they turn into healthy green sturdy seedlings.

Who knew that cats had such sophisticated palates?

Seedlings that were just about ready to transplant into our freshly tilled and weeded vegetable garden that wehad just filled with two truck loads of compost.

Why cats?


WHY?


So, now I ask.  Won't you show me pictures of your garden?

And while you are at it.... why don't you regale me with your own stories of rotten kitties, or touchy-feely kids, or even deer who wrecked your own growing harvest.

I'm in the mood to commiserate.


Who's with me?

XO, Jules