Not sorry that pretty much everything here has been about spring lately, anyway. This post included . . .
The first rhubarb sighting.
The first sighting of . . . something. Poppy planted this, so I'm not sure what it is, but I'm guessing arugula.
Tulip row that the dogs kept lying on until I moved the rocks to keep them off of the flowers.
Garlic.
The green onions apparently survived the winter.
Lots of apricot blossoms. This tree flowers too early and we never get very many fruits from it, but it sure is pretty.
There are still many daffodils in the mechanic's pit garden, and thus, on my table.
Two of the three peonies we planted last year survived. This is the bigger one.
And a much-less-welcome sign of spring: The return of flies in the house. Boo.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
3 comments:
Peonies are sometimes slow, even appearing in the second year. If it was planted with a visible bud, it should appear eventually.
Stroke of genius to set up the mechanic’s pit as a flower garden. Everything looks so vulnerable. Hope the weather doesn’t change too radically.
Agreed , boo to the flies.
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