As with so many things in our lives for some of us, the background information of how and when things happen is quite interesting. I am fascinated about how many things work and I am sure that I am not alone in this.
MK and I are always discussing her dad and how we remember his questions to find out the particulars of how things worked. It is funny the special legacies that we leave.
When I went outside and cut branches of forsythia the other day, I was immediately wondering how long it would take, once I brought them inside, to bloom.
We are into day four of the branches being inside and the floral buds are almost ready to pop. The green is starting to show as well. It is amazing how simple it is to have that touch of spring in the house and interesting, in my eyes, how few people take advantage of it. Once they have finished bloom, they can even turn into new plants, getting roots before being stuck in the ground to make new bushes.
I have been thoroughly enjoying the crocuses that I planted and wonder why I hadn’t planted them earlier. I am watching the mini-daffodils that are just about to bloom, in a wonder of glorious color that only nature could produce.
I am wary about planting tulips, something that I have done with great luck in the past, since the deer seem to like them for snacks. Daffodils, on the other hand, are not tasty to the deer population and frightfully beautiful in the garden.
In my yard, I have finally found it wise to start colorizing the area around the playhouse, planting crocuses, daffodils, and other wonderful items that will bloom through the summer. I have searched for established plants of Sweet William, a dianthus (carnation family) without luck and resorted to the more practical method of sowing the seeds and realizing that the first year will result in only plants. The second one is when you see the flowers and smell that luscious carnation fragrance. I am in the second year!
Ah, yes, perhaps spring will be here after all!