Spring fever has been pretty bad these past few weeks. Lingering snow on the ground, but south-facing gardens have been bare of snow, and poor plants have been trying to grow.
Not very successfully, though, because a few days of 40s/50s temps are followed by a slam of cold at night. Blue columbines poked up some leaves, got blackened by cold. Bearded iris, flax, strawberries, ditto. Put pine branches over their heads in hopes of keeping ‘em cozy.
But now we’ve got a new snow, a foot last night, more coming today/tomorrow. Just gorgeous.
And inside the house, where the temp is about as erratic as it is outside, Spring is impossible to hold back. Hollyhock seeds— 14-year-old hollyhock seeds, from friend Judy’s old garden, which she’s been saving all these yrs and shared with me at Christmas—are up and growing.
And Le’s lily bulbs (we split an order last fall; she never got around to coming to pick them up), which I stuck in a pot so they wouldn’t dry out, have sprouted in the dark cave behind the woodstove. Despite being almost completely ignored and getting maybe two drinks of water since October.
Oh boy, SPRING!!!!
