After a March of fits and starts
This weekend feels like the beginning of gardening season.
The 10 day forcast shows no freezing temperatures
And it is the 13th of the month.
Put those two things together
And I spent several hours
In my garden
Doing “spring things”.
I pruned the last of the roses
Planted lettuce, arugula & strawberries.
Cut back the Annabelle hydrangea a bit
For the first time in their lives.
I was chicken so I just cut back every other one
And not by more than a third.
Finished planting sweet peas
The blooming kind this time.
And cut the old crispy leaves off of Hellebore
To expose those glorious blooms.
Who doesn’t love a late winter blooming flower.
But mostly I reveled in the miracle that is a garden
When the negative wind chills of just a few weeks ago
Nipped the baby buds on my rose bushes
They simply made more.
They did not pout or throw a tantrum
They just got on with the business of living
Bringing beauty into the world.
And hope.
A gift for a world in great need.
Gail
“Where flowers bloom so does hope.”
– Lady Bird Johnson
In My Garden 