A Daffodil Turning Point
When historians write about our garden, clearly they will divide my work with Daffodils into two periods: BC (Before Colorblends) and CE (Colorblends Era).
When historians write about our garden, clearly they will divide my work with Daffodils into two periods: BC (Before Colorblends) and CE (Colorblends Era).
Happy Bloom Day! This is the first Bloom Day of the year I’m participating in, for the simple reason that it’s the first one where I have any blooms.
One of my favorite Tulips is T. kaufmanniana ‘Early Harvest’. Sure, I have lots of favorite Tulips, but ‘Early Harvest’ is really something special. First of all, it is an impressively early riser – I’ve had it blooming during the first week of April. Plus, that color – it fairly glows in the fresh spring …
So the landscapers came last week and completed the spring cleanup. When I returned on Friday everything was neat as a pin.
Warning: this post may be upsetting to younger or more sensitive readers. It’s upsetting to me, though few would call me “younger” and “sensitive” would probably be subject to debate.
Slowly but surely, spring is starting to feel like Spring. We had rain pretty much all weekend, but I was able to sneak out during a break in the precipitation to take some photos in the garden.
Friday was one of those days that inspires people to ignore the calendar and don short sleeved shirts and the like. After a mostly wintry March it was most welcome, and so I took the opportunity to walk over to the Lurie Garden during my lunch break.
March has been such a tease. February was so mild I began to suspect that Chicago had been magically transported to a more southern latitude, but then March brought us back to reality with a snowstorm. Then the snow melted. However, every time I was tempted to feel a little comfort and joy in the …
In my last post I may have ruffled a few feathers among some readers. (Or at least, feathers were ruffled among those readers who have feathers. For readers without feathers, I may have raised a few hackles. Among those who have neither feathers nor hackles, the impact of my words has yet to be determined.) …
So this isn’t exactly a Bloom Day post because these pictures were taken on the 12th, the Sunday before Bloom Day. On Bloom Day itself, everything was covered with snow.