Spring - sort of

After all the cold, we had a stunning week of temperatures in the mid 70's. with bright sunshine. I was supposed to be off for Spring Break (a.k.a. mandatory furlough), but life interfered and I spent a good part of it parked inf ront of the computer. Still, I was looking at my backyard, which, even though it is still an idea in progress, beats the heck out of looking at rooftops in downtown.

I did get time to pull the weeds up in the planter area that was done this winter. I spent one amazing afternoon talking to my daffodils and telling them our stunning I thought they were.

For a day I thought I had a rare red crocus in the middle of the yellow and purple ones. Before I spent the fortune I would surely make from selling the offspring to every commercial plant breeder in the country, I took a closer look and realized it was a tulip that had opened when the plant was barely out of the ground. Since the only tulips I planted were supposed to be huge red things, there is obviously a problem with growing tulips here. Still, the daffodils are a bright shot of sunshine tthat tells me it s spring.

Do scroll down and look at the planter beds when they first went in. The look adds so much to the house that Tim wants to get the front section done immediately. This is good because I ordered 35 plants from High Country Gardens just to do the front yard and really had little idea of where I was going to put them. Gardening is like that - I order the plants, expect that I will get the beds built, the soil ordered, the weeds pulled. Life slips by and UPS drops off a box on my porch and there are tiny pots filled with life forms that need to snuggle into the dirt.That's just the yucca, lavender, gaillarda, honeysuckle, agastache..et al. Then there are the Heritage Roses that came in and still need a bed to begin spring in. Obviously this is a very serious addiction and I will never move past it.