I also needed to come in and consult my list. I always think I’ve done all the grass cutting work. But no. I have missed the pannicum bed near the courtyard, just at the entrance to the walnut path. And the monster miscanthus at the edge of the lawn. You can see them to the right of the picture here.
But there is less urgency with those as they come into growth later than the eragrostis. So I might leave those for now and get on with more fun things like planting asparagus or cutting back the santolinas in the barn garden.
And clearing away the weeds from the step garden. I only went in there to cut back the grasses; but there were tendrils of old gaura and verbena bonariensis in my way.
Yes. Frisky weather. He was in hunting mode this morning. I actually spotted him hiding behind the wheelbarrow stalking me. It was that still poised crouch with the tail just flicking. And the mad stare. But I didn’t think he would actually leap. I guess I turned my back at the wrong time. Or the right time. He loved it.
But thank goodness for jeans and long johns – the play fighting and attacking didn’t get through the layers.
See, there is a benefit to gardening in late winter.
I’m here indoors near the fire with a cup of tea and a handful of raisins (there is not a single sweet thing in the house, until I bake a cake), and he is outside at the window howling plaintively to be let in. Hah!