It's a beautiful slow spring here. I am ridiculously excited by the mulching and even better, the edging, done by the worthy young landscapers-- 8 hours, 3 guys, but it looks great. The cinnamon buns seemed to go over well. As my husband pointed out, now I can do the fun stuff and not be tensely eyeing a giant pile of mulch all season.
My bulbs are lovely, although some of them look like something I wouldn't order-- orangey, and I don't do orange. Hmm.
This spring I bought so far: tiny catmints, some waterperry blue veronica, a Beauty of Moscow lilac, three Hicksi yew, three Yuki Cherry Blossom deutzia, and I just got my mail order geranium Rozanne and Sweet Drift, Alnwick, and Quietness roses.
The apple tree is blooming and the lilac is blooming well under it, making an idyllic combination for my dining room windows. What I need is nicer furniture in there, but who wants to buy furniture when there are so many wonderful plants?
The Encore Autumn Twist azaleas still look like hell. They've been kind of a bust in these cold winters.
Spring is so far advanced from my last set of pictures I'm going to wait and get new ones.