Anyway, during one of my, I-have-to-get-out-of-this-bed, moments yesterday, I went out back with my camera. The day before we put Maddie to sleep, I had spent nearly the entire day out front, doing my first cleanup of the season. The plan was to move to the backyard the next day, but clearly that didn't happen. I hadn't had any kind of motivation to work out there since, but my girlfriend brought me a Hellebore to plant in memory of our girl, and I wanted to make the yard look worthy of it. So I spent all day on Sunday out there. There's still work to be done, but it looks so. much. better.
The cute little daffodils are up and blooming, the big ones have buds, the perennials are poking up out of the ground, the hardy fuchsias are putting out green, the evergreen shrubs have new growth. The photos above are of one of my blueberry bushes. It's officially spring.
This is my golden bleeding heart.
I love this plant.
My gigantic Hellebore, that I've had for years.
It was a baby off one of my mom's plants.
Every year it amazes me with its size and the number of flowers.
And last, my new baby for Maddie girl.
I love the leaves on this one. And it almost acts like some of the flowers might be upright.
Love, love, love.
It was a perfect gift and I'm anxious to get it in the ground.
You would not believe the shape this house is in after having The Mom in bed for two days.
It's seriously a train wreck.
I can't stand it.
I'm bound and determined to push through this nasty sickness and get some stuff done around here today.
That's the plan, anyway.