We are having a lovely spring, aren’t we? – once the unbelievable February moved on. I haven’t played in the garden much, and suddenly it’s way ahead of me. So grandson Patrick spaded up the veggie garden – he’ll have to come back and fine tune – and I had forgotten all about the rhubarb planted last year – thought it was burdock and told him to turn it under. When I got home – saw some of the red stalks. I’ll do better on that next year!
Also have the daisies from Sarah planted in the raised bed – it gets the most sun of any spot in the yard. Then Patrick can tackle the herb garden and all those beds of impatiens. Plus the compost heap. Garden work will get us all back in good shape after the heavy winter.
But in the meantime, so much just comes up on its own. The aconite and snowdrops once the snow was gone. Then incredible swaths of buttercups, with a crocus or two. Now daffodils in abundance, bluebells, tulips – with the day lilies approaching 3 feet high in some spots – and they’re not supposed to bloom until July – though they seem in quite a hurry. The peonies are growing an inch a day, the tall phlox are already making progress.
This will be quite a summer, from the looks of the spring.
p s Haven’t seen the coyotes for a couple of weeks. Maybe they’ve moved on.