Signs of Spring, no, really!

Not that long ago at all, Monday or Tuesday?, we were having snow flurries. Wednesday started grey and cold, and then miraculously the sun came out, and it felt warmer, and more hopeful.
Yesterday morning was still too chilly to be out and not be stomping about, keeping the blood flowing. But yesterday afternoon was glorious.





My crocus-popsicles turn out to not be totally dead after all! Okay, I’ve missed their lead up into blooming, and they’re far more fragile this year than they should be, and why do I seem to plant crocii all the time, and never have any more crocii?










And the new rhubarb that we put in last fall seems to be looking lively.












And in the forest garden, the bloodroot is poking up, and wild leeks and the troutlilies.





















And next door, Larry is digging through his buried treasures, and so far we’ve heard the big tractor, the lawn mower, and what sounded like a chain saw. He’s now happily starting his ‘bare earth’ policy, and buzz-cutting the property.

Yup. Spring.