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This is killing me. We had a wonderful warm spell when all the peonies grew rapidly and buds began to form, and then (as usual) – cold spell and days of rain.


The peonies hover on the edge of blooming, teasing me. It will be 80 degrees (F) on Wednesday next week, and they will suddenly open up in profusion, the whole lot of them, and I am afraid I will miss the glory because I will be in the office, working in my little corner cubicle.


The honeysuckle is really “hovering”. JUST BLOOM ALREADY!


This is my Fothergilla that I purchased two years ago at the the Clackamas County Historical Society Plant Sale. It is gorgeous this spring! I cannot wait for it to be a full sized bush that I no longer have to protect from male dogs.

Last year, I drove by the Plant Sale on some other errand and realized I was not going to be able to peruse the offerings. I didn’t even know it was about to happen and I felt cheated. It’s like an annual yard sale that might have good things and might not. I always spend at least $5 there. It isn’t where the proceeds go (although I love the Historical Society and the museums here in Oregon City, the End of the Oregon Trail), but it’s that most of the offerings have been dug out of someone’s yard and I am so touched that they would share their abundance so cheaply.


My Oriental Poppy from two years ago is about to bloom. Another Historical Society find.


Columbine I bought from the “ladies” of the Society.

Sure, much of the offerings are things I could dig up and haul down to offer, too: irises, wild strawberries, Shasta Daisy – things you can’t kill even if you have a black thumb. There are the hellebores (I lost count of how many I have purchased from the Society, but one actually lived and is blooming profusely in my garden even now). Roses – I’m not ready for roses, yet. They require a well-tended bed, full sun, free of weeds. I know where I’m going to put them when I am ready for them, but I’m not ready.

They had Italian prunes this year. I wanted an Italian prune. I just have to decide where one is going to go. I love Italian prune plums. I’m not a fan of other plums, but these deep purple, almost black, ones are the best. I had to Step.Away.

I missed the sale this year, too. We were on the way to a funeral when I saw the signs. DAMN. But the funeral ended with plenty of time for a stop at the plant sale and I dragged my husband to the Stevens-Crawford House. (That was a really lucky link to come on to! I was thinking “Wikipedia” and got someone’s actual review of the museum. It’s really pretty cool.)

We spent $17.


The strawberries were purchased elsewhere. : Bachelor Buttons, wild ginger, Ladie’s Mantle, and Solomon’s Seal. Now, I know you can plant Bachelor Button seeds. My father considered them a weed. He made us dig them out of the strip of land between our sidewalk and the city street. I hated him for it. they are beautiful flowers. (So are Hollyhocks, another “weed” he made us dig up.)

I will plant the wild ginger back in the back corner, in my prayer garden.


I bought the Solomon’s Seal just because of these flowers. This is a mature plant. Beautiful!


I don’t know why I bought the Lady’s Mantle. I had to google it. I love the leaves. I know I will explore this treasure some more after my brief search on the Interwebs.


I do have flowers in bloom. Chrystal threw a bunch of seeds off the deck many years ago and I still get the plants every spring. I call them “Honesty” plants, but others call them “Money Plants” or “Dollar Plants”. They make great cut flowers.


Both lilacs are in full bloom. This leads to a digression. I have a coworker who grew up in the Ukraine. She’s probably 20 years younger than I am but we share a lot of common “folk” knowledge and plant knowledge. Recently, I took a bouquet of lilacs to work: wonderful, fragrant, lilacs.

My coworker commented that they had lilacs in the Ukraine. I asked her if they ate the blossoms? We always picked the little purple florets and ate them – sweet, sweet delight. She told me something that I did not know.


Most lilacs have only four petals on the florets (or eight, on the doubles – I have a double, not pictured). You don’t eat the four-petaled florets. You look for the ones with five petals.


Then she showed me. Lo and behold. A “lucky” lilac floret. That is the one you eat.

Isn’t that a cool bit of trivia?


Now, if only these would get with the program!!


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