It’s definitely, finally spring. I’m almost confident enough to put the snow blower back in storage.
Those 80 degree days make you panic, don’t they? It felt like I’d already fallen behind, when I’ve only been out in the garden for a couple of weeks. Things are cropping up a bit faster, but we’re still behind recent years. In 2011, the Hosta were ready to unfurl. I haven’t seen them peek out yet this year.
A year later, the volunteer purple mustard was ready to be harvested. Still unseen this year.
And Although we started April 2016 with snow on the ground, by mid-month, the quince were in full bloom. Still waiting.
Honestly, I hope it lasts. A prolonged spring is a great gift, for a gardener. But it’s hard to be patient, while waiting to see what survived our wacky winter. The garden centers are already full with new temptations, but I don’t know how much space needs to be filled and I do not want another year of watering all the unplanted pots that always wind up behind my deck.
While I try and exercise some self-control, I’m finding plenty of things to keep me busy.
❦ I cleaned out the nests the mice make in my large, empty containers every winter.
❦ I’m thinking about turning the compost. One of these days…
❦ I plan to start the last of my indoor seeds this weekend. All those fast growing seedlings that can’t handle the cold, like my precious tomatoes. It takes the sting off paying taxes, almost.
❦ I’ve got the early greens seeded and tucked into the vegetable garden.
❦ I’ve moved the mulch off the garlic, which has already sprouted.
❦ Everything got a dusting of slooow acting fertilizer.
❦ And then there are the weeds. Always the first to sprout and the last to leave.
By next week, I’m expecting to see the trees erupt in green and a salad on the way. The temperature is back in a more average range and April is obliging with plenty of showers. Looks like it’s going to be a great growing season.