I spent some time Friday morning working downtown in the flower beds. Just did a little weeding and tidying, transplanted some daisies, and planted 40 daffodils. The beds are looking good and I think we'll be pleased in the spring.
Yesterday I finally got around to working in my own yard and my first thought was, "It's like the old saying- the cobbler's children have no shoes because he's too busy making them for everyone else." My yard looks terrible! One bed in particular looks like I'm testing the best growing conditions for Bermuda grass. Honestly! Who lives here? Well, I gave some serious time and effort to my yard and plan to work on it more this week. And I'm going to buy some daffodil bulbs. The only good thing I can say is that all of my mums are about to bloom. Thanks to Judy for bringing me so many last year!
I've been harvesting seeds and so have my friends. We've gathered enough daisy, coneflower, hibiscus, morning glory, poppy, and zinnia seeds to share. So we'll be spreading those around town. In a few weeks I'll have moonflower seeds.
I read a comment about black walnuts in the Oklahoma Gardening group this morning. What memories that brought back! If you are unfamiliar with this delicacy go to Hammons Black Walnuts or search through Google for some information. My great-grandmother had a black walnut tree and I helped her gather them in the fall. You have to wait until they fall to the ground. They have a NASTY green outer husk that molds and stains everything it touches. You have to wear gloves to harvest them. They have to be cleaned and dried and cured. They have to be cracked with a hammer by a 200-pound gorilla. I don't know how my little granny ever managed to get them out of the shell and on to a cake, but they were delicious and she certainly thought they were worth the effort.
Today is the end of fall break, but I hope not the end of our gorgeous weather. These warm days and cool nights are just what I needed to jumpstart my energy level. I have the urge to walk in the woods- or maybe just across the pasture and down to the gate.
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