The birds in the area are beginning to do their usual springtime routines. And, while the air still nips bare skin, Gaia shows her promise of rebirth and reawakening through the icy fingers of Father Winter's frosty breath. If you look around you will see the twisting leaves of the daffodils pushing through to the (still-sparse) sunshine. Alongside them are the green needles that frame the purple, white, and orangish-yellow buds of the crocuses vying for their share of warmth and light. (Crocuses are one of my favorite spring flowers.)
Daffodil buds |
Crocus blooms of mixed color |
Yellow Crocus buds |
Catnip |
Greek Oregano |
Since the old dead stems from last season create a sort of protection for the new growth, I have decided to leave them intact until the weather is consistently warmer. I can't wait to see how many pots will sprout the German Chamomile. It's been trying to grow in different pots all winter.
Tiny Peppermint |
Tiny Orange Mint |
Last week my broccoli seeds arrived. I'm going to start them inside in newspaper planters. Broccoli is more of a cold weather crop, along with onions and lettuce, so I'm hoping to get a good harvest before the vines take over again. And once the cucumbers are done, I should be able to plant another batch.
The next post will be all about gourd crafting. Until then, enjoy what Father Winter has left.
Happy garden prepping!
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