Well, if you like to ski, the hills are still open north of Toronto this weekend - a first! Great for the operators, great for those who like to ski, and a little depressing for everyone else who wants to move along to the next season of the year. It's 3C this a.m. I'm not going to even bother to convert it to Fahrenheit, just know that basil would blacken and turn to slime in less than 10 seconds.
Last week we had a little snow - no concern about snow weighing down the leaf-laden branches because there are no leaves.
In all fairness, it wasn't much snow, but not welcome all the same. I've come to the end of those, "oh look, it's as sweet as icing sugar" thoughts.
The Hamamelis finished blooming - almost 2-1/2 months - and has handed the baton to this gnarly old Cornus mas that lives down the street.
This is such a welcome spring bloomer. Yellow, without being Forsythia, should you want something a little more subdued.
Slugs, the potato chip of the raccoon world.
Day deux...good to know that Kevin's not the only one who pays no attention to serving sizes. Awfully kind of them to leave the service-locate flag where it stood. Although I wonder if they've taken the gas flag down the street to mark their next harvest....
I'm going to remind myself to put more of these happy daffs 'Rijnveld's Early Sensation' in next year. They last about 3 years in my sandy soil before they stop blooming. And they are the first of the larger bulbs to bloom.
A large garden from down the street.
Here's that patch of Helleborus a little closer.
I imagine this lake freighter was coming in for its load at the cement factory. You generally see them much lower in the water.
Live lawn ornaments close to the lake.
And one good patch of pretty spreading bulbs. It will be a w/e of cleaning up - fortunately the weather is waiting for me - one good thing about the cold. Fingers crossed and camera in hand, I hope that finally next week I'll really have something in my garden to chronicle.