Spring is indeed in the air. The clients are calling and my days are being filled with other spring garden chores. This mountain is not the only place where buckets and barrels of sticks need picking up. This is a very good thing.
One can't help but dream though of the life of permanent semi-retirement that would allow uninterrupted puttering chores and cabin building here on the mountain.
A quick late evening stroll to check on the bulbs gets a shot of the crocus. They are blooming. You get crocus for now.
Other life is stirring though. The Hyacinthoides hispanica, Spanish Bluebells are working their way through the stick covered leaf litter.
The Frittilaria verticillata is getting more robust with each passing season.
A few of the varmint food tulips always manage to sneak their way into the bulb show. Those pictures in the catalogs can be hard to resist.
Drifts of bearded iris sprout tiny fans promising a late spring show after the bulbs begin to fade.
Springs pulls me down from the mountain to the valleys below. That is a good thing.
And the new time shifted long days mean a late evening stoll is still possible when I get home.