My fears for our incredibly mild winter (knock on skull) seem to have been unwarranted. (I say this writing now, barely into March, when winter could come and hit us at any time, and all evidence could be buried.) These are photos of my garden from January 28th – evidence of Springtime only one week after our mini-ice storm. (Yes, yes, I’m getting behind.) Following so closely on the heals of our mini-ice storm, my garden seems to be happily chugging along on its annual schedule, only perhaps a few weeks early.
On this incredible 70 degree day in February, I thought I’d share some pictures from our brief winter.
~ * ~
Photos from our mini-ice storm on January 21st. Ice is so beautiful and so destructive.
Here’s a few pictures of all the bulbs I ordered this year. There are lots of them. Lots and lots and lots. I’m very excited.
This is all of them:
My garden is blooming and no amount of confused weather can convince me that Spring isn’t here. Lately I check on my babies twice a day – I try to sneak out in the morning between tea and breakfast, just to make sure I don’t miss anybody. I can’t wait for Daylight Savings Time to bring me an extra hour to explore in the evenings.
As most people who know me know, I’m truly, madly, deeply in love with my garden. I’m infatuated, enraptured, verging on obsessed. Around this time of year, my standing rule reapplies: I’m unavailable if it’s nice weather – if you need me, you can find me up to my elbows in dirt somewhere in my yard.
This coming Tuesday, March 1st, marks one full year of home and garden ownership. It also marks a full circle of garden photos. As things have begun emerging from the cold ground around my house, I’ve been comparing to the pictures I took last year of these same plants, and remembering blissfully how green and wild and brilliant my playground is about to become.