Propagating Hydrangeas

 

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This method should work for most shrubs*, although some root more easily than others.  I have only used it for hydrangeas.

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Griffons

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Way back in March, a friend asked me to crochet a griffon (griffin/gryphon) for his griffon-obsessed daughter.  She likes pink and red and gold.

I was feeling lazy, so I decided to do it the easy way and just buy a pattern.  It was big mistake. I started the project, but ended up putting it down and picking it up several times over the next few weeks before getting frustrated and giving up entirely.

Then I picked it up one more time and decided to finish it my way.  It worked.  But, it was smaller than I wanted.  So I made the chick a Mommy (or Daddy.  I’m not sure which griffon parent cares for the chicks.)

This is a pattern I will need to polish up some day.

Garden Expansion

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Our weather this spring has alternated between pouring rain and scorching sun.  It might not have been the best year to decide to expand my garden.

Even though I was able to get the grass cleared away for me (we were having backyard work done) it has been a tough project.  We live in an area with too many deer and need a good fence.  The fence alone took me 10-12 hours over 4 days.  Now, I’m working on prepping the rock-hard soil and planting.  It is eating up a lot of free time I don’t really have.

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Big A’s Bench

I was going through drafts of posts and found this one from late last summer.  Apparently I finished it, but forgot to ever post it.

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Our neighbors used to have a bench between our property and theirs.  It was old.  Very old.  This past winter it finally fell apart.  They were going to haul it away this spring, but Big A hated the idea.  He asked them if he could have the bench so he could fix it.  They loved the idea, and so we acquired a broken park bench.

I don’t have a picture of the bench prior to dismantling.  One side had already fallen off and the wood was very brittle.  And if you tell a 7-year-old boy he can take something apart, it gets taken apart quickly and completely.  Thankfully, he was good about collecting he hardware in a cup so we would be able to get replacements.

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We got some screws, bolts, nuts, washers, and 1×3 cedar, and rebuilt the seat and back.  I was going to help Big A with the project, but Grandpa wanted to do it instead.  They had a great time together and it turned out nicely.  Now the bench is out near the end of the driveway so the boys can sit on it while they wait for the bus in the morning.

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A Single Rose

Sometimes you have to drop all of your projects to make something important.  My family is totally fine, but this is a sad post.

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On Tuesday, a couple in my small town lost their newborn son.  He was their first child and they went home to an empty house.

The town has rallied around them, and although I haven’t met the couple, I wanted to do something.  Their story hit me hard.  We came awfully close to losing our first son at delivery.

I thought about past conversations I have had with two friends whose daughters were stillborn, and decided to crochet a white rose, just opening.  It seems like an appropriate symbol, and it will last forever.

When the fresh flowers, homemade dinners, cards, and visitors are gone, the rose will still be blooming.  When years have passed and they feel that the rest of the world has forgotten their loss, the rose will still be blooming.  It will last as long as their love for their son.

And tomorrow is Mother’s Day.

Tulip Trouble

I have learned something important over the past few days:

Tulips are surprisingly difficult to crochet.

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I figured a tulip pattern was the logical next step after doing the daffodils.  It certainly didn’t sound like a tough project, but I have started a half dozen tulips, and finished three.  I’m not happy with any of them.  I guess the red one might work if I make the petals longer.  Maybe.  Or I might just start over.  Or give up.