Showing posts with label pansies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pansies. Show all posts

Friday, July 02, 2010

Pansies for the FOURTH Time

The pansy pot after Sophie Dog dug them up. Again.
Well, Sophie Dog dug up the pansies again. It happened during the weekend of our wedding, May 29. We thought Daisy Dog had done it. Or the chickens, or a raccoon or skunk. But after some detective work, we learned it was our dog. I was pretty upset. This was the third time she dug them up and we thought we had her tie far enough from the pansies to keep them safe. But we were wrong and Sophie Dog outwitted us.  The sad story of the pansies is told in these posts. I did get to the nursery for more pansies, but they only had six white ones, which we bought. Amelia replanted them and she also moved the dogs into the back of the house. Hopefully our pansies will survive the summer now!

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Thursday, May 20, 2010

Pansies for the Third Time

We've had to plant pansies in my ancient pot by the front stoop three times now. The crazed beagles dug them up two times. The dogs' leads have now been moved so they can't dig up the pansies anymore. (Crazed beagles can't be allowed to run free. I did that once during a blizzard, thinking that even crazed beagles wouldn't stay out long. Wrong. They were out for two hours, disappearing into the whiteout. I saw them chase the plow, and they finally came home and brought back some dead moose or deer bones from the woods. They were so proud.)

So Ironman and I went to the nursery. He picked out his pansy colors and then his sister's pansy colors and I picked out mine. We planted 36 pansy plants in the cast iron pot and they are doing fine. Even after two weeks of snow they are doing fine! And that is good because pansies are one of my favorites.

diigo it

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Friday, June 26, 2009

Pansies

John and I spent a lot of time and money finding my pansies for this year's garden. We couldn't find any in New Hampshire at all and I thought I'd have to import them from Vermont. But the next weekend, a nursery in New London had hundreds of them. I picked out my favorite colors, we planted them, and sat back to enjoy their beauty.
But the woodchuck enjoyed them first.
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