When we first moved into our house, nine years ago, the backyard had no landscaping. The builders had done simple landscaping out front, but the backyard was up to the homeowner. Even so, I can remember dragging a chair out back and sitting in the dirt. It was just so darn exciting to HAVE a backyard. Something I'd never once had in my adult life. Took me till my mid forties, but I finally had one. My throat still clenches at the thought.
Even though the landscaping company tried to talk me out of it, we decided on Aspens, because I adore Aspens. They told me it was hit or miss in our part of the state. Even at 6200' elevation, the Aspens really prefer to be higher. And who can blame them? So do I. Everything I read suggested other trees, but I stood stubborn.
So began the tale of My Tiny Garden. You can go there and read all the posts and see some glimpses of the Aspen. The leaves still adorn the top of this blog, and probably always will. There is just something so quintessentially Colorado about Aspen. This Native feels as though they are part of me.
We had three "clumps" planted. And I thought I had beat the lower elevation odds. They seemed to thrive, growing several feet each year. Two of the clumps really took off and as you can see from this photo, are now taller than our second story. But each year it also seemed that maybe one trunk would start to fail. After the hail storm in 2012, they really looked bad.
They are going. We hired a company that is going to cut down and then grind the stumps of all but one lone survivor on the side of the house. They are to be replaced with a evergreen on the north side and a pear tree in the spot from this photo. They say it will blossom in the spring and reward me with beautiful color in the fall.
But I'm quite certain some small quaking Aspen will find their way here and there, wherever I can find an empty spot. And I think this just means more trips to the hills so I can lay on a blanket and look at the sun filtered through Aspen leaves.
Been a while since a celebrity showed up for a cameo in my dreams. I'm constantly trying a combination of various herbal blends and supplements to fight the nasty insomnia monster. Alas, as soon as I find the right combination, it works for a few weeks, or months if I'm lucky, then begins to fail.
Steve Martin. That's who stopped by, and not just for a cameo. He was very involved in the plot which I believe had something to do with a convention I was attending. Turns out he's a very nice, kind man. Not as zany in person as you would imagine. Just can't seem to remember any recent encounters with him in my awake life. Haven't seen a movie or show with him anytime recently. Apparently the little man in charge of filing in my brain is doing some Spring Cleaning and found the Steve Martin file on the floor behind a box..........
Oh sure Bill Clinton shows up regularly, but he's always in the press. I don't really think of him as a celebrity anymore, he's always around. But Steve Martin............not so much.
On a number of blogs I visit around the ole blogosphere, spring is already a glorious thing. If you're doubtful, take a gander at some of the links below to the right. Especially Bella's Rose Cottage.
But spring comes slowly round these parts, and March is an exercise in patience and delayed gratification. But before I left for the office this morning, I took a quick stroll on the garden tour of My Tiny Garden to find the faithful Columbines. Once again, they show up first, looking more like a clump of parsley, don't you think? But a promise of warmer days to come.
Earlier this morning, while drinking a cup of coffee, a familiar sound came from outside. I cracked open the bedroom window to hear the shrill call of a male Red Winged Blackbird, sitting at the top of the bare branches of my tallest Aspen. Haven't seen those guys for months. Found a great video of them, if you don't have these in your neck of the woods, take a look and listen.