The redbuds are red.
Sort of. They were actually kind of orangey. Not sure if that's the color they are this year, or if it had to do with the color of the overcast, grey sky.
Sometimes I see them against a beautiful blue sky, and they'll be the prettiest pink color.
This doesn't actually mean Spring is here and Winter is done. We could, and likely will, still get another frost or two before Spring sets in for real.
I pruned back my rose bushes.
Mostly they were a mess from last year, I didn't prune them in the Fall.
But some were growing some new stems, and this one bush went on Spring Growth like crazy.
I cut most of them way, way back, pretty much to their root stem. Except the one that grew like crazy, I just cut it back to a smaller size.
I grew these roses from John-the-husband's Grandmother's rose bushes.
The Grandmother, who died, IIRC around 1978, was a prolific Green Thumb.
To this day, her roses, iris's, daffydils, and azaleas bloom out beautifully every Spring, just like she's there tending them herself. No one else tends or prunes or cares for them. Who ever mows the grass at the old house just mows over the roses, but you almost have to to keep them under control. These roses are runners, and grow like crazy! They will take over like Kudzu, if you're not careful.
I had some idea I wanted to grow my own "Grannie's roses", and tried a few different times to grow my own bushes from cuttings. I didn't inherit my Grannie or Mom's green thumbs, so it took me a few tries, but I finally got these 6 rose bushes to live and grow.
But, this isn't where I want them to live and grow permanently. I thought if I could just get them going, I'd dig them up and replant them where I want them.
Only problem is, I don't know where that is.
So, for the meantime, they stay here, and I keep them cut back from growing too big.
As things tend to go for me, I have a plan for something, and that plan gets shot to hades.
I always have visions of turning parts of my yard into a lovely flower garden, with walking trails, trellises, wood fences, hidden nooks, vegetable patches, etc.
Instead....
We ended up having to get two of our huge, old trees cut down last year.
Don't think it was disease, the other trees are fine. Probably age, and the droughts we've had.
Not sure if you can see the log behind the spare tire of the SUV, nearly half as large as the building is high, is how large these old trees were. That was one of their tree trunks.
John-the-husband cut up and cut up and cut up logs and limbs, and we hauled what we could to the convenience center, stacked logs to give away (no one will come get them! They want us to load it and bring it to them!), and burnt piles of brush, and still hardly made a dent in it.
And then, on top of that, we got that big snow in December and now we have a half-broken tree hanging in the backyard behind the pool, two large branches of the Catawba tree next to the pool broken and hanging, and a big limb broken on a tree in the side yard, hanging above our heads.
Not to mention all the regular sticks - branches and limbs - that we're always having to clean up from the trees shedding, or after a good wind blows through.
I've been picking up sticks here and there as I walk down to the chicken coop, but that's like a drop in the bucket.
We need to be out there picking the sticks up, at least, so we'll be able to mow before long.
I also just need to be out there, and not in here on stinkin facebook.
People on facebook....blah blah blah, yammer yammer yammer. OMah feelz! OMah O-so important Opinions!
They have very little idea what they're talking about, but they sure are passionate about it.
I'm just so sick of people. They're hateful, and horrible, and don't even know it.
My Aunt says, they know it, they just don't care.
But they don't know, and they do care. If you tell them they're being hateful or horrible, they take great offense, and verbally eviscerate you. "I'm not the one being #*(&!^@ hateful - YOU ARE you (censored)(censored)(censored)(censored)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And then, when something happens (which is pretty much all the time) they get sooooo emotional and draaahh-maaatic. They act like this makes them soooo much more caring than others, and that somehow equates to them being soooo much smarter than others.
It doesn't.
They're emotionally distraught, and mostly don't make sense.
I don't know why I don't just delete facebook.
(The pictures suck, I know. It was later in the day, overcast, cloudy, and grey like my mood.)
