Herbology 101

Okay, the first signs of life in the garden. I shall now demonstrate my vast herbological knowledge.

It's a twig. With buds on.

It's a... bush?

Here's that green. Looks vaguely like strawberries but that's not too likely.

These are, um, er, I have no effing clue. On the left might be crocuses or something, solely because they're growing so early in spring, but the stuff in front? No idea.

The folks who sold us the house mentioned protecting some plants from rabbits. (Hares?) Shame I can't remember what name they called them. The plants, I mean; they didn't call the rabbits any names although I could tell they wanted to.

These are daffodils. I know because I bought them at Prisma under a sign that said "daffodils - 4 for 5€". They're actually in a planter box (or whatever box - plants aren't the only words I'm a bit lost for).

And that's Pikachu, keeping it real.

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I have no idea what I'm doing

It was the first morning in my new home and I was sitting by the kitchen window with my coffee cup, staring outside and feeling pretty good about things. I let my eye wander across the expanse of white snow until it caught in the hedge.
"Wow, we have a hedge and all," I thought and sipped at my coffee with a smile. Then another thought struck: it'll probably need maintenance at some point. My smile slipped a little. Then it fell away entirely as I realised that I'd have to know what that maintenance was and when to do it.
"Halp," I thought, fighting a rising panic. "I have made a terrible mistake..."
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I've never had a garden or a yard of my own before. When I moved from our flat to The New Place with my parents at the age of 14 (this was in 1986), we gained a little backyard that my mother especially liked to maintain, but my interest in it was about on par with my fascination with romance novels - i.e., nonexistent. When we began to house-hunt in late 2017 it took a while to realise that, if we wanted to live in a rowhouse or a semidetached house, a garden would be included in the deal. The Hubby wasn't too excited about the prospect, but hey, how hard can it be?
Right?