Wisconsin Badger Sayings

Willows.

blog In the beginning of Easter eggs is a text and a picture of willow road, which has captivated and brought us to this place. Reminder and compare how the road looks like winter and spring.

Like the willow, but above all translate weeping willow. I dreamed about to rise in the distance, the slope, but how do I get it, I had no idea. In any garden center, I found nothing like that. Then I found out that you just take the willow branch, and plant ukorzenić. Not really believing in the happy end of the experiment tried. One spring day, evenly three years ago, I waited in the car the car has M. in a parking space, and grow alongside each other, waving delicate twigs, my dream. Here we go, I thought, and that ALWAYS as a real woman, I have a knife in her bag gardening, quickly embodied gałązeczkę well formed, which is in the house I put into the water, and when you see the roots planted into pots.

. In late summer wierzbka was planted long ago in a fixed location, the slope behind her and just died, what else can I like baby zaobaczyć?

And then I went wild willow; the end of a narrow pot, space, earth, sun and poooszła, like a storm. At the end of the year in amazement I saw leaning out from behind skalniaka its peak. It had been only three years, and please, I have a perfect view.
So much for the willows, and now a brief report from the garden.
Zazielenił a beautiful hedge, is a good time to watch it and manually poprzycinać Tourneo from last season.

clumps of violets bloom planted several years ago under the trees. I know that their seeds are spread around the garden ants, but for me it goes something they sluggishly. Porozsadzam manually.

Next

stuns bloom and the smell of hyacinths. This year and last, I promise to dig them, drying, planting anew. We'll see ...

Moor przezimowało average, but somehow keep rhododendrons.

Well przycięłam boxwood balls. Without the template on the eye, but done. Discount is not yet over, I do not have time to gather stones.

A corner lot is waiting .... I can not wait the fate of the gardener, not only in the spring. This is the end of the story of my willow and walk around the garden. I wish my readers a nice spring days.