...little sprouts of blue grama. I love this part of gardening, when things come up in spite of all my gloomy expectations. I am generally a pessimist by nature, so when I sow seeds, I always anticipate that nothing will come of it. But I water anyway, and for days nothing seems to be happening at all. And then one morning, there they are--all those little green soldiers.
Blue grama germinates faster than buffalo grass, so that is what we're seeing here.
I'm also continuing to water in this antique climbing rose (Trier) that I transplanted to the farm from a spot in the front yard, where it simply wasn't getting enough sun to thrive.
The astute reader might look at this delicate specimen and think, "Why, carrying a transplant of that diminutive size would be no more strenuous than carrying a small load of laundry!"
Ah, but be warned, gentle reader. Picking up this unassuming plant is apparently enough to aggravate a hinky bulging lumbar disk and put the brave little gardener out of action for a few days. Don't ask me how I know.
As a result, Walu may be the one digging in the garlic bulbs that just arrived in the mail, while I direct the action. I'm sure he's thrilled.