The Clareverse

This is what happens when you wait until the day before Brood XIII is expected to emerge to buy your shrub-protectant tulle: you go to the fabric store and find that they’ve completely sold out of earth-toned tulle, and that you’ll have to outfit your shrubbery in Sugar Plum Fairy-style blue sparkles.

And you’re lucky to get the blue sparkly tulle, because people in line behind you are forced to buy lace to wrap their landscapes, like a festive collaboration between Christo and Jessica McClintock.

My new smokebush is the prom queen of my front yard. I should make it wear a tiara too.

Newscast about a 911 call made by a cop who confiscated marijuana from suspects and then baked it into brownies. And then became convinced he and his wife had overdosed.

I haven’t been spending as much time working on the garden as I should have this spring. Some parts of the yard are doing their thing and looking good despite my neglect.

The shade garden under the honeysuckle hedge is full of tulips from the Big Bag o’ Costco tulips I planted in october. They seem to be color-coordinated, which is nice. I was expecting random reds and yellow, but they’re all in the white-pink-purple range, which matches the honeysuckle flowers and makes me look like some kind of garden planning genius.

The rock cress by the fence is in bloom and is spreading enough to start to cover the bare rocks there. There’s still no progress in the veggie garden and I haven’t moved the prairie plants that are growing in the wrong places, which are of course the prairie plants that are the most vigorous. I’m just going to ignore those for a while longer.