There are times when I can’t picture being retired. I’m so busy with work, what would I do?
Spring is not one of those times. Given nothing else to do, I would bike and garden, garden and bike, and except for rain, never want for something to do.
This weekend involved a bit of biking—I have one granddaughter a long-overdue ride—but there were also some garden pleasures.
Friday morning, I took 10 minutes to quickly wander about the back yard with a camera just because the 8 a.m. light looked so good on the many buds and flowers that are already with us this spring. And on Saturday, I planted some gladiolas (I never remember to dig them up, so they are always annuals, to me), grass seed and flower seeds. And tonight, blessed rain is falling.
I am pretty happy with the garden right now. The winter was mild. A few sick trees did not make it—but one was already a lost cause (a dead young crab apple in a garden), and another almost lost (a nearly dead cherry tree that seems to have gone from “mostly dead” to “check its pockets for change”) last year.
A young willow planted late last season after an impulse buy at the farmer’s market is already green with new leaves. Some trees—young maples and a young sweet gum—that survived the harsh winter of 2014, but lost most of their top growth, seem much happier this spring.
And—most of all—bluebells! I planted some new ones last year, but they were tiny roots, and I didn’t notice the plants growing. Bluebells are mostly only visible in early spring anyway—and from the looks of my gardens, most of the bluebell class of 2014 did indeed survive and will bloom in 2015. Well, that’s cool.
Memo to self: More crocus in the grass for next year.
Hope for the year: May the milkweed seeds sown last fall show themselves soon. And may the wild flower seeds I planted today sprout and provide attractive food for monarchs which can then lay eggs on the milkweed.
We’ll see! But for now, 2015 is starting as a good year. More of my garden photos from Friday and Saturday.