Just Call Me Robbo McGregor

The sound of drooling coming through your monitor is me. It's a warm, rainy morning here in Dee Cee, I have the day off and just as soon as I get cleaned up, I'm off to the nursery to gather in my spring flowers n' herbs. The four year old comes home on the bus at lunch time and I've promised her she can help me plant them.

These are some of my very favorite days of the year. I love the sense of feeling Nature really start to come fully awake. On days like this, one can almost hear the sound of growth and I'd swear that every time I glance up, everything looks just a little bit greener.

Anyhoo, I'm off to revel. My primary goal is to add to the planting around the front walk. Frankly, I haven't totally made up my mind what I'm going to do, but part of the fun is in drifting about the nursery and composing. I'll let you know what I come up with.

UPDATE: Well, I think I've hit on an inspiration. My main criteria for the front walk planting being a) something fairly low, b) something pretty hearty and c) something the goddam deer will leave alone, I've decided to go with a combination of coreopsis creme brule and white creeping phlox, both of them low, moundy, spreading plants with relatively small flowers.

(Oh, and sooper-sekret message to Beth: You might seriously consider a kousa dogwood. I planted one in full sun at our old house in Reston and it did wonderfully. Another possibility is some variety of cherry tree.)