My father is a mad gardner who thinks BIG. Really big. Our ten acres is about right for his scope. That first spring, my father and Weatherdude planted 100 sticks 3 feet apart because forsythia was a plant we could all agree on. The next spring they planted another 100 mail-ordered sticks. Dad watered and loved and we put cow manure (from the neighbors pile) onto some of these sticks. Each spring he and I have trimmed these "sticks" after they bloom, which is the correct time to prune them.
We have begun to realize his vision...was he mad or a visionary?
My driveway, the last quarter mile or so towards the house
From the neighbor's bull pen
Closeup of forsythia bushes that were once single-stemmed sticks
Leaving you with, :::Sigh::: our driveway, gateway to Walkabout Farm and happy chickens
Should the sun come back out with blue sky while they're still in bloom, I'll try to remember to get more photos. This is the part of tax season I like.
Frog Out
