Spring has been cold, grey, terribly dry, followed by terribly wet. Instead of seeing that lovely yawn, stretch and slow presentation of green leaves and flowers - it's going to be a year where the garden is thrown out of bed by an alarm clock.
I've started to do some of the spring clean-up. I leave everything in the fall, so I've got bits and pieces to enjoy over the winter. Until I build up my gardening muscles, my limit appears to be three Costco bags - improved from the barely one earlier last week.
It's at moments when my back doesn't want to uncurl that I lust over having a garden maintenance team like this person below. Bart's interest trended toward the pillar on the right.
Does this look not say everything about where Bart sits on her "I'll move when...." list.
Fortunately Bart wasn't the least bit put off by the cold shoulder, and worked himself into a lather while I decided which side of the little back garden I should tackle first.
Finally, we had a bit of sun on Sunday. And in honour of the pretty yellow ball in the sky, here are a few more bits of yellow - the still-blooming (Feb 9th) Hamamelis:
My extra-early Rijnveld's Early Sensation Trumpet Narcissus.
Even sunny when the clouds returned this morning.
However, with any patch of sun, there's always a locating crew just waiting to decorate your lawn and garden. Yesterday, I was getting out of my car - parked way, way, way back there.... There was a gas company car parked on the sidewalk and a tall young man crunching (yes, I could hear the steps of destruction from the other side of our lot) through this garden. This is the accident-prone garden that had started to recover from the elderly man who did a U-ey through it 18 months ago. Mr. Gas Man has set the recovery back a bit with his stomp, dig, paint and flag plant. So much for that new little rose, that plant tag that went with goodness knows what, the "Tree thing, sorry about that". Apparently the gas shut-off valve - that I'm guessing, hasn't moved in 25 years - becomes difficult to find every time they do a locate.
On my walk this a.m. saw the men with the Ditch Witches - here's hoping they won't have to chase these yellow markers into the property in order to upgrade the water service for the area. Or if they do, they'll knock on the door so I can get out there with a shovel and move them to safer ground.