I got out the door this morning and it smelled like summer. Most of the trees haven't even started to bloom yet, but the perennials, faithful to internal calendars only they understand, decided to fill up at full speed.
Words can't do this delicate blossom justice, just look at this beautiful picture! Melts your heart, it does! Aah, finally spring!
In only a few days the garden sprouted flowers and foliage all at the same time, rushing to get to mature size as fast as it can. It rained a couple of times and the grass turned a deep emerald green, it came to life almost overnight. Between that and the trees leafing out, the sudden change of decor is almost surreal.
I took the seedlings outside to harden them, and the zinnias didn't like it one bit, but all the other plants are enjoying the fresh air, the sunshine and the rain. Most of the seedlings are still small, because I started them so late, but they'll figure things out, I'm sure.
Half of the seeds are still in the box and I'm counting the hours till Monday, when I get to plant them without having to worry about frost. I took a chance and started half of the cucumbers, the morning glory and the dahlia bulb before yesterday's rain, to let the sky water them like the lazy gardener that I am.
I'm so happy the black cohosh came back!
There is a certain plant populating the shady flower beds. I hope it is not a weed, because I vaguely remember moving some enthusiastic seedlings there last summer, but for the life of me I can't remember what they were. Every now and then, at the end of the season, I come upon an enticing perennial and sprinkle the seeds in a place with full sun exposure, for the following year. They always germinate, but for some reason I don't notice them until a couple of months later, after I've forgotten what I planted.
Sure, some people put markers where they plant stuff, but I'm not one of them. So now I'll have to wait until it blooms to figure out what plant it is. It looks very healthy.
I don't understand what happens to the daffodils over the winter. Nothing eats them, because they are toxic, but they still manage to disappear from one year to the next. Every fall I plant more and in the spring, they are gone.
I'm glad this one made it, the last of the ruffled daffodils; there were some pink fragrant ones next to it, but sadly, no more.
I finally gave up on the fancy colors and fragrance for the benefit of resilience and I've been planting only the classic yellow jonquils lately. And still!
The sweet violets pushed ahead of all the other plants and are now covering every square inch of the back yard with cheerful white and blue blossoms.
Maybe mine is not a daffodil garden. The bleeding hearts are magnificent, the peonies are spectacular, and the coral bells and crane's bills go above and beyond. The daffodils, not so much.
Pretty soon the coral bells are going to be in bloom, and stay that way for the whole summer, so I'm not going to pout. Judging by how soon the hostas decided to push out foliage, it seems like they are going to have a glorious year too.