Biz is hiding out deep within the the bed of native grasses, free of the torture of the houseflies. I’m crossing my fingers that those tall spiky plants on the right are the camas bulbs I planted, though I’m pretty sure they’re not — they’re the red crocosmia we tried to transplant to the backyard but keep coming up in the front (non-native interlopers, ahem). The flowers in front are nodding onions, an easy Northwest native.

Biz is hiding out deep within the the bed of native grasses, free of the torture of the houseflies. I’m crossing my fingers that those tall spiky plants on the right are the camas bulbs I planted, though I’m pretty sure they’re not — they’re the red crocosmia we tried to transplant to the backyard but keep coming up in the front (non-native interlopers, ahem). The flowers in front are nodding onions, an easy Northwest native.

(Source: bizteachesprepositions)

Today we took advantage of the good weather to do some clean up, plant the native bulbs & bare root plants that we got at the flower show (camas, trillium, allium, shooting star, corydalis), and to transplant the thimbleberries to the alley side of the shed. 

The cat sitting in the cold frame is Jasper, the neighbor’s cat, who pretends our yard is his.