Guess what I saw this morning?
One of these little scamps:
It's beginning to look a lot like Spring here at That Old House.
The Bleeding Hearts -- white and pink flowered -- are pushing through the dirt.
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| Hahahaha! Camera strap! What a doofus. Me, not the camera strap which was just minding its own business. |
The Iris rhizomes are busy making spectacles of themselves;
I think they may be violating the local laws regarding indecent exposure.
And -- ta da! -- the first crocuses.
White and spindly, but there they be, at the side of the house.
I've been wondering when they'd show up. Everybody else seems to have gardens bursting with crocuses,
tulips, daffodils after our mild winter. Our spring blooms are a little ahead of schedule, but not much.
Inside, time to put some fake creamy-white flowers in a pottery vase:
That's a hyacinth popping up in the little pot to the right. A real hyacinth.
The fake flowers were a bargain buy at A. C. Moore last year.
I bought enough to pop some into the Parlor:
Look, Ma!
I can do Pottery Barn colors, too!
And winter's reds get retired.
Goodbye, part fake wreath. See you in the Fall.
Or, since I like you, maybe in the Summer. We'll negotiate the terms of your contract at a later date.
Disclaimer, or Confession, or Whatever:
Most of these pictures were taken a year ago. Yes, I am a lazy slug.
In my defense, today's nascent spring plants look exactly the same as they did last year.
I checked. But I am still a lazy slug.
In my defense, today's nascent spring plants look exactly the same as they did last year.
I checked. But I am still a lazy slug.
I'm not sure how often I'll have computer access for the next day or two or five; I'm abandoning
That Old House for a road trip with my daughter Anne. See you below the Mason-Dixon Line! -- Cass
