I took these pictures before last weeks' big frost, knowing I would probably not get to enjoy them afterwards. BUT- while the frost did wreck havoc, it didn't wreck TOTAL RUIN and I have been able to enjoy plenty of lilacs in every room. Even a few PURPLE ones from friends! Happy, happy girl am I.
After the lilacs finish blooming, I have some serious trimming back to do. My bushes have been neglected for years and have grown so massive and so invasive. I hope to cut them back to two manageable bushes and trade with friends a few white baby plants for a few purple baby plants. Someday I hope to have the whole gamut of lilac colors here at Hopestead.
The apple trees looks SO wonderful too, which is laughable because Matt was SURE I killed them the last time I pruned them. I don't know how the apples will be, but the blossoms were GORGEOUS and lush.
My parsley over wintered, my perennials are looking lively, I just planted six rhubarb plants (oh yes I did- SIX of them!) and this very day I had a new plot dug for an asparagus bed. I planted two red raspberry bushes, a few blueberry bushes and a thornless blackberry back behind the tree house last month. I am trying to figure out a good place to put an orchard and grape arbor. All these things make me ridiculously happy.
One thing I love about Matt is that he has said (and truly MEANS) I can do WHATEVER I want to the place- and I am truly happy to making these little changes because I feel like I am making MY mark on the place. This place has been marked by Newmans for generations and had Newman blood running through it and so it can often feel like it belongs to THEM. I am an outsider, you know...married in. But with every perennial I plant, I feel as though it is becoming a place of my own, a place where I BELONG, a place that I have made.
I know how ridiculous this sounds. Planting asparagus and pruning apple trees shouldn't evoke such sentimentality, but it does for me. Call me crazy. I am.
But I think it is a good crazy.