It is now officially spring, snow has melted, buds are budding, and it seems like a good time for an overview of recent developments. So most of the garden still looks like this, but there are green bits emerging and even a few flowers.
We seem to have begun the transition from summer to fall, which seems like a good time to take another look at the shady Back Garden.
This seems like a good time for a post devoted to miscellaneous development in the garden.
So we got back from Tennessee on Friday afternoon, and the garden welcomed us back with a fabulous show. However, the weather gods were preparing a more malicious welcome, namely the 3-5″ of snow predicted for the following day.
Spring’s progress this last week reminds me of that song The Ants Go Marching. Like a lot of people, I want spring to burst forth with great masses of colorful flowers. But so far, the flowers have been marching in one by one, more or less.
It’s been a whole week since I’ve written a post. I have good excuses, though. First off, work has been much busier than normal. Second, and much more exciting, our oldest son’s wedding is this coming Saturday. (!!!) We have only limited responsibilities in this regard, even so there are tasks for us to check …
In several recent posts I have discussed the glacial (pun intended) pace of spring this past April. On Tuesday and Wednesday, though, temperatures suddenly jumped up to the upper 80s (about 30 degrees Celsius for you foreign types). On Monday morning, it was in the 40s and spring was just sitting in the corner, timidly …
Spring around here has not had its breakthrough moment, but it is making progress. This past weekend there was still a distinct chill in the air, but at least the sun was out. (Please note that I took today’s photos, so they are not up to our usual standard).
We think of Spring as a season that springs into our lives. It is supposed to be a youthful, energetic season, one that is bursting with new life. The year’s Spring, however, is one that approaches timidly. It does not spring, it slowly creeps.
In the autumn before last I planted over 100 Daffodil bulbs in pots and not a single one survived the winter. I refer to this incident as the Great Daffodil Disaster of 2017.