(Before It's News)
March kind of sucked, eh? Good riddance.
I should clarify; the March weather is what really sucked. Every single day was exactly the same; gray, rainy, overcast, windy as all hell and temps ranging from 25 to 35 degrees.
And of course that means we ain’t got jack growing right now. A whole lot of brown with only a dash of green here and there.
Oh wait, I did forget about all of the tulips I nursed and brought to life this spring. Miraculously, they all bloomed at the same time this Easter weekend so the house was graced with beautiful arrangements:
Damn, I’m good.
And if you believe that I actually pulled that off, I truly appreciate your optimism. I couldn’t grow a tulip if my life depended on it. The soil here in my township is so legendarily waterlogged that all of my fellow residents share their horror stories for hours on end. I kid you not. We all try to one up each other with lines like “You think that’s bad? A cow got stuck in my sump pump last night.” Not what I envisioned when we moved here 8 years ago.
Where was I? Oh yeah, the crapbox weather (Happy Easter by the way).
I am so desperate for “action” out in the garden that any sign of life is way more thrilling than it should be. I honestly believe that no plants will make it through each spring. Woe is f’n me.
So my apologies in advance for yet another boring tale of miniscule green growth. It helps me get through and of course, it’s all about me. Off we go …
The thrill of seeing green growth on the cool season ornamental grasses is borderline orgasmic:
When all else fails, the old reliable Catmint is there with visions of better things to come:
Spiderwort doesn’t care about wet feet all winter and that is why she is allowed to stick around year after year:
I have stocked up on all sorts of Bee Balm the last year and they are all spreading as anticipated. I can already smell those delicious minty leaves:
It has gotten so bad that I am way too overjoyed at the site of soon to be boxwood blooms:
And after all of that exploration, there was some time to sit back and wait for the birds to discover my daughter’s newly constructed bird feeder (assuming the daily 125 mph winds don’t knock it down):
Keeping it positive as always.
John
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