It’s just about 70 degrees here, the warmest day we’ve had since 2013, I think. This is the day that we have been dreaming about while our lawns and gardens have been covered with six feet of snow. It’s heavenly out there. The sky was clear, earlier. The birds have been making a racket and I saw a bee checking out a crocus.
I have been concerned about my iris. This past winter was so very hard on them that they have practically jumped out of the ground, and need to be re-seated. I began top-dressing them this afternoon with a mix of 70% top soil, and 30% mushroom compost. It will rain this weekend and settle some of that in, and I’ll give it another layer the next warm day to come along.
The squill are greening up at the base of the tree northwest of our kitchen. I don’t think it will be long before we see their blue blooms. I have early, mid- and late season daffodils, and all of them are up. The early ones are close to bloom, but the weather is supposed to cool down during the next few days, so that may slow down the rush to bloom. Soon, though.
I have tulip leaves coming up, but something out there (probably the bunnies) is snacking on the leaves. I don’t know if we will see any blooms other than the Darwin hybrids which have bloomed like clockwork for just about 24 years.
I spent one break today looking at the collection of seed packets I’ve been collecting in the mudroom. I discovered that half of the packages were empty. I’d kept the packages to have the name of the flowers, and where I’d purchased them. I tossed a few packages which had been sold in years prior to 2010. I segregated the seeds into flowers, herbs, wildflowers and food, and then made notes about where I wanted to plant them. I have to wait about a month to put the seeds into the ground, but I’m ready as soon as things warm up.
There is something so satisfying about getting out and working in the early spring. It does the soul good!