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Native Bostonian Celtic- Nordic female, recovering Catholic, mother, daughter, sister, master gardener, ex-wife, stepmother, aunt, cousin, friend, girlfriend, nurse, seasoned, suspicious, suspect, innocent fugitive with Schnauzers. Trying to live under the radar with big opinions is never easy. Living in another country would help. But where could an American woman go to live as well as we do at home?

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Trees

     I moved three trees this week.  I had planted six of them three years ago as tiny twelve inch sticks in a pot. I bought them from the National Arbor Day Foundation for pennies. The two Cottonwoods are ten feet tall now.  I put them outside the fence along the road with two other Cottonwoods alongside a Japanese Cherry, three Leyland Cypress and a handful of Yew.  I am so very  instant gratificationized with  planting trees. I also moved a Weeping Blue Atlas Cedar to the middle of the front lawn because the Cypress were trying to smother it. It's so much happier now and not really weeping at all.  I also cut back all the Angels Trumpets, Castor Beans, Hyacinth Beans, Zinnias, Loves Lies Bleeding ( boy are they volunteers) Peppers but not the Habaneros which are going strong, Tomatoes ( really I've had enough and we'll have fried green tomatoes for weeks to come). Eric built me a fine cold frame made out of the old front storm door  and I am VERY excited about that because I'm gonna try and grow turnips broccoli and lettuce all winter!  This is almost too much for a New England gardener to believe!  With all this tree beautification out front inside and outside the fence it greatly irritates me that I have to walk the road regularly to pick up trash people throw out the windows as they drive along.  Wicked irritating but then it gets me to walking the road every other day. And I see stuff.
     Thats the daily garden spin for now. I'm working on the election spin, the Medicare spin, the tax spin and the asshole neighbor spin. Stay tuned.

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