It just came sooner here. Which means it’s time to garden. Well, I don’t really garden. I’m good at killing plants, but just can’t seem to get the knack of the green thumb. .I’ve tried, but really, anything I plant faces a death sentence. So, we have Kenny. Kenny comes every two weeks to do our gardening. He’s been busy ripping out the detritus from winter and finally, it’s time to plant.
Now that we’ve finished our Moroccan garden up front (except for replacing plants that didn’t make it through the freezes this winter), the mostly barren back yard is our focus. We dropped by the nursery the other day to pick up a few things for Kenny to plant.
Pops of color so bright they always look over-exposed make for a happy-looking garden. Also, M’s color blindness means he only sees hues of red/orange/yellow. I always like to include colors that he can see, something that a gardener we once had didn’t seem to understand at all. So now, I pick the pots of color, Kenny plants. M can see these just fine.
Kenny hasn’t finished, but once he does, I’ll be happily sitting in the back yard with a book, looking a little like this: