Oh, Internet, let me tell you about March. It rained and rained and rained and rained and rained. I thought it was never going to end. There was a week where we got an inch of rain almost every day. (That’s, like, a million centimetres!) Everything was wet and soggy and dull and I felt like it was never going to dry out. Ever. It didn’t just rain, it stormed, petulantly. Thunder and lightning and wind. It was rather awful, actually.
And then, yesterday, the sky dawned perfectly clear, and it was sunny and beautiful and warm, and I flung open all the windows, mowed the lawn, and took a bunch of pictures of the garden to take advantage of the fair weather while I could. Because it is not the sort of day that you spend indoors slogging away on work. (I promise it will be finished by deadline!)
These anemones are coming up differently from the ones in the flowerbox, with smaller, frillier petals. That’s a freesia just starting to bud out next to this one. Freesias are what you call late bloomers.
I planted some violas in a new bed and they settled in well despite the torrential rains:
They are really busting out with the flowers, and starting to put out tendrils like they want to spread out. Hooray!
I was worried that the spoons might have rotted underground with all the wet, but they straggled to the surface! Apparently forks are kind of a chronic problem around the property; I’ll try to weed them out, but I suspect they’ll be back.
The lupines are doing well, even though I accidentally squashed one with the lawn mower wheel (it was perking back up by the afternoon):
The Grevillea has been looking a little downtrodden, so I was worried, but it’s putting out new growth:
The grape hyacinths are proving to have serious stamina:
And the bulbs in general are coming up in all colours and all directions. It’s really rather delightful.
All in all, life in the garden is pretty good.