Crocii in the lawn, chez nm, Spring 2006.TH called me while I was at the store on Wednesday. Turns out our lawn dude (yes, we have one) came by and mowed. He mowed down our crocuses. WTF? For the first time in my life, I actually fired someone on the spot. He was confused. He thought I told him to wait until the crocuses has stopped blooming to start mowing. He was wrong. I said, I would call him when we needed him. We typically don't mow until the crocus foliage dies down and the energy goes back to the bulbs. For a guy who has gone through the master gardener program, he's a few nutrients short of the 10-10-10 N,P,K ratio needed by most bulbs.
So, what do you do?
TH went out and bought some little containers of tete a tete daffodils and spread them through the lawn. It looks better.
I was chatting up the clerk at MM, bemoaning my lawns fate. She gave me the name of her parent's lawn guys and says they are good. So, hah, now I have a name. Poor Ms. C who asked me the day after the massacre for the name of the lawn dude. I hope this other person works out better. I have to say MM is one of the best things to happen to View Ridge/Bryant in a long time. Thanks peeps.
This morning on my way to work. I looked at the lawn and peeking out of the edge was the purple of two late blooming crocuses that made it through the edging and mowing and give us a sign of life.
nm
3 comments:
if only i'd been blogging last summer...then you'd have heard how my lawn guy decapitated my jalapenos and mowed down the tomato.
Ack! This reminds me of when Zach plucked all my giant alliums just before they bloomed. At least he had the excuse that he was 2.
That really sucks. Especially just as spring was rearing her crocus-y head too.
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