Saturday, May 7, 2011

Jungle Fever

Transplanting bleeding hearts when they're as big as my grandson and in bloom is not a good way to spend an afternoon.

I found three huge bleeding hearts growing wild on our property this morning, far away from the house and all forms of civilization, and got Frank to dig them up for me so I could add them to My Father's Garden.

My friend, Kip, gave me two plants, and I had a few that I had planted that came from those plastic bags filled with sawdust.  (The horror of trying to figure out how to plant bare root bleeding hearts is here.)

Only two the of the plastic bag plants had come through and I assumed the others were dead and that I had planted them upside down.

Today I started to dig up the "dead stuff" and found little shoots coming out of them so I replanted the silly things.

I also planted the mammoths.

They look like crap!

They're flopped over, barely hanging on, and I am tempted to just cut them back to grade level and watch for them next year.  I should be content to have the bare root plants come through and give me flowers this spring.

Problem is, I have a hard time cutting back something in bloom.  I hope these things fade quickly so I can get rid of them.  I hope they come back.

The garden is worse than before.

My dad must be cringing at the sight of it all.

Tiny bleeding heart from plastic bag... see it?

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