Spring

No words have wanted to venture out in the last few days. I missed Bloom Day. The flowers didn't.

It has been warm, up to the low sixties, with intermittent rains. There has been enough dry for mulch spreading in proper gardens. The daffodils are blooming on the mountain top. The minor bulbs and anemone are beginning. The first tiny blooms of the forest floor are here.

It is spring. A lot of plants are blooming and breaking bud. This is when you can start to worry about the next round of snow and cold.

Last Sunday, in a day of rain, Solly Kitty came over for a visit and spent some quality time hiding under the couch growling at anyone who got close. She was completely anti-social. No assaults were launched. That was a good thing. She has gone for a short garden walk to check on the stinze. Progress is slow.

A matched pair of broken crockery followed me home. Hard to image isn't it?

I am hoping next Sunday turns into a fine day for cutting down the grasses and a slow day of bulb strolling. I can make up for the missed Bloom Day with a good showing of the bulbs. The diagnosis is more passing rains and warm ahead. By Sunday even more blooms will be open.

It is spring. The bulbs are blooming.