I don’t know how many days in a row we’ve had rain here in southern Indiana, but my yard has gotten ahead of me. I saw a meme that made me laugh — but then I realized how true it was when I fired up the lawnmower today.
My trusty (but aging) Cub Cadet had to be driven slow with the deck as high as it would go just to get through the front yard’s growth. The back yard is in a lower area so it remains wet. It’s a job for tomorrow.
Along with the grass, the flowers are growing!
Even the newly planted hostas that Hugo dug up and I replanted are thriving.
Although I’m not a fan of irises, the previous barndo owners certainly were. They’re starting to bloom and I don’t hate them. The upside is where they grow is one less area I have to worry about planting. Refreshing the mulch is the only attention those suckers will get this year.
It’s true that April showers (AND MAY SHOWERS TOO) bring May flowers.
Mr. Pesky has been busy in the garden and I don’t know how many thousand tomato plants he’s set out so far this year. Whatever is already in the ground probably still isn’t enough. I LOVE home-grown tomatoes and can’t wait until I can steal them for my dinner table!
Now you know: In 1912, a boy named Bobby Dunbar went missing. Eight months later, he was found with another family who claimed that he was their son, Bruce Anderson. The Andersons didn’t have the money to fight in court, so they lost custody. In 2004, DNA testing confirmed that the boy wasn’t Bobby.