Garden 337

A cottage garden in an urban setting


Spring, Finally

It’s here.  And, it’s official because the bees have found the heather.  I actually couldn’t tell whether the bees were tiny carpenter bees or some sort of wasp.  I did see two honey bees with their legs thick with balls of pollen.

There are chickadees making a nest in the cherry tree.  They are burrowing deeper and deeper into the stump of a cut-off branch and I find myself wondering whether they can do damage to the tree.  They started this burrow from scratch.  There was no woodpecker hole or any other sort of hole there before.

I couldn’t resist taking a picture of the old rose hips that hung on over the winter.  But just a few feet from them are the rhododendrons.  These bloom earlier than the Panas .  I wish I knew the name of these rhoddies, but I don’t.

Leathery White Dawn Rose Hips
Rhododendron Buds
Tulip
Magnolia in Bud


About Me

I haven’t always been a gardener, but I have always loved gardens. It has taken 16 years to get my gardens into the shape they are today. And, I’ve had help. I’m 74 years old, have rheumatoid arthritis, and had a late stage cancer six years ago. I am, though, intrepid. I’m the kind of person who plods along, tailoring my goals as I go. Last November I had a long overdue knee replacement surgery and I’m hoping this spring, summer, and fall will be able to maintain and find even more joy working in all of my garden beds. Full disclosure, though. I have a garden guy who comes once a week to work in my gardens.

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