Hello, Garden

It is the first plant to bloom this spring, but in a few more days it will be gone, not because its season would have passed, but because it is a weed and was growing where I didn’t want it to, between the pathway bricks.

As always, a thank you to May Dreams Gardens for celebrating a monthly accounting of what is blooming in gardens all over the world.

It’s April 15 and Michigan played a trick on us.  The skies are oxygen blue and cloudless, but the garden is covered in four to six inches of heavy wet snow.  It’s ok.  Really.  There isn’t much blooming yet, a few daffodils and a cute little weed that became my first garden activity of the year.  That is, I started pulling it up.

The hellebores are eager to open.  And they are welcome to do so any time they want.  Often called Lenten Roses, this year my hellebores will be blooming during this last week of Lent.  What I like about them, aside from their lovely flowers and evergreen foliage is that the flowers hang around for a long time.  Their color fades over the season into something that looks a bit like a sculptor wrought them from thin sheets of balsa wood.  Perhaps I’ll try drying them in the pages of a book.  I gathered oodles of leaves last fall and planted them between the pages of favorite books. I don’t know what I’m going to do with them, but it was comforting over the winter to look at the dried leaves whose colors had deepened and remember that sister leaves would shake free from our bitterly cold winter and start their warming dance again.

If it hadn’t snowed yesterday, these hellebores, a gift from a friend, would be open. Tomorrow will see them. There’s always a future in a garden.

In January I adopted another standard poodle, Lucy.  I hadn’t intended to double my allotment of poodles, but Lucy needed rescuing.  I am sitting in my favorite chair as I write this and on the floor around me I see a teddy bear that has lost his eyes, a chew toy that has pockets for peanut butter and biscuits, a beef bone, a kong that just an hour ago was stuffed with kibble and peanut butter, a winter glove, and a paper towel tube.  Bridget doesn’t really require toys. She has a favorite bear and a stuffed hedge hog, but she doesn’t chew them.

Lucy likes to chew.  And chew.  I’ve lost two Mac power cords, a whole bunch of pencils and pens, and the buttons off a favorite pair of leather gloves. Bridget is a mellow old girl.  Lucy?  Not so mellow.  She loves to run and jump and because I don’t have a fenced in yard, she runs a jumps through the neighborhood.  That will change, I hope, this week when a decorative aluminum fence will go in.  But the real issue won’t be one of containment.  It will be one of waste disposal.  How will the promise of dog feces affect my gardens?  I don’t know, but I will find out this week, I hope. And, I will be very glad when Lucy is safely behind a fence and away from the neighbors and a busy street.

This daffodil will raise its head and bloom in full today.

In the meantime, the garden naps under a coverlet of rapidly melting snow.  Soon it will wake up, stretch, and touch warmer days.

4 thoughts on “Hello, Garden

  1. Wonderful brave plants, shake off the snow and grow!
    Oh goodness, I hate to think what would happen if I adopted another dog – the one I have is a handful already!
    Happy Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day!

    • The snow storm was well timed. In a few weeks the old magnolia tree will gloriously bloom. There have been times when the temps dipped below freezing and those blooms withered. I have an old cherry tree in the lower garden that has sometimes gotten nipped. Those are the years when I had very few cherries. In fact, last year was pretty sparse. If there isn’t a freeze during their bloom cycle, there should be an abundance of cherries. Mother Nature seems to like compensating for an off fruiting season. As for the dogs, I’m hanging in there. My 11 year old standard poodle is my very first dog. I got her 3 years ago. So, I’m very inexperienced. I’m lucky that the 11 year old is the almost perfect dog. The 1 year old? Not so much.

  2. I really don’t know much about other state’s weather. I wouldn’t have imagined snow in mid-April, which is proof I am ignorant!
    You’ll have the daffodils! They do look so bright against the snow.
    A new poodle! How fun! I don’t have a poodle, I have a cross (they call him a goldendoodle, but I know they are just high priced mutts!) and another dog. The doodle chews up toys, and fortunately only that, unless you have a treasured stuffed animal, which he mistakes for a dog toy. The other dog only gets his toys after the doodle is in bed.

    • Lisa, it isn’t unusual to get snow in April. Most of what fell overnight on Sunday is now melted. My guess is that Oregon gets a few of those heavy wet snows, perhaps not in April, but February? Both of my poodles are rescues. The eldest, age 11, was bred to be calm and belonged to a breeder. The younger, age 1, actually belonged to 2 breeders. The second one decided she didn’t have the temperament for breeding and I got her at a greatly reduced price. She is the chewer, though she has yet to eat any furniture. Pencils seem to be a favorite, as well as gloves, beef bones, and paper. She’s also a barker and it took forever to get her quiet this morning. I did everything the trainer recommended, and finally, FINALLY, she seems to have worn herself out.

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