Promised Pictures from Last Weekend

These are really only impressive to me, so don't feel the need to do anything more than nod and smile. I have actually done very little beyond rake and clean up the mess I left last November.

Muriel, finally with a home of her own. My one true accomplishment this Spring.

Tarragon and chives survived the winter in a pot??

Oh. My. God. First asparagus spears.

Lenny and Squiggy.

The glory of the compost heap, courtesy of Mulch Boy.

Coneflowers survived the winter!

Mint volunteers from the post of lemongrass,
transplanted to the mojito garden.

So many buried rocks.

Side bed, waking up for Spring.

Margaret guarding the strawberry bed.

Strawberry bed.

Excavation along the driveway. These lovely cobbles
were completely buried.

Big driveway bed. Everything survived the winter, except...

...the lamp post, blown over in the recent high winds.
Don Iguana's clematis, however, survived.

Lester, Guardian of the Blackberries. Okay, I did plant these blackberry canes a friend gifted me.

More excavation.

Spring in the front yard.

More Spring in the front yard.

Street corner bed with new plantings! All last year's additions
appear to have survived except the English daisies and Francis,
although I have not given up hope. Also the Irish and Scottish
moss seem... questionable.

But check out the new stuff!

I always, ALWAYS, wanted a rock garden with sedums. Is it finally happening?

Also a few various creeping thymes, and those lilies are volunteers.

Seen from the other side.

The hopeful hell strip. The eight black-eyed Susans I planted
last year (after decimating every other living thing by hand)
all appear to have survived. Now they need to act like black-
eyed Susans and take over the area. I just added some of the
creepy sedum and a creeping thyme to help.  

Looking back.