Spring is off to a random and haphazard start. There does not appear to be any rhyme or reason to what's up, what's not and what has decided to go ahead and bloom. The normal order of bloom has a kink in it.
It has a kink in the last week of February mind you. March and April are quite capable of doing winter. There is no indication at this point that they will do winter, but our average annual last frost date is a long, long way off.
The weird warm is on thing. There is nothing I can do.
The horrible plastic tent at The Inn is another thing entirely. It blocks the view and worse, it sits in and covers my garden beds. All last year I advocated for a built pavilion with a push button roof. I have a new less expensive suggestion to get it moved this year that just might work. Wish me luck.
I have been traumatized by a Hideous Plastic House in the past and was most alarmed when this one showed up at the Inn. I won't give up until it no longer lives in such a prime location.
High on the low spot we have been less affected by the warm and are on more of a
normal schedule than down in the valley or at lower elevations. The
appearance of spring really is random and haphazard elsewhere. Some daffodils are blooming before the anemones are awake. That is odd. Most of the herbaceous perennials are still asleep. That is good.
I am spreading a thin fresh layer of mulch while it is still easy before things really wake up. Some kind spring will be here soon at this rate. I will be ready.