The garden is beginning to stir a bit after several days of well above average temperatures. Here and there, the tips of leaves are beginning to break through the surface.
The ground is squishy, saturated from the melted snow and ice. As I walk about trying to not to leave giant footprints in the mud, the memory of the garden encased in ice just two weeks and a few days ago is fading.
The witch hazel, Hamamelis vernalis, planted last fall, is finally, truly blooming.
I’ve wanted to add a witch hazel to the garden for several years now, so that I could have something with some scent that would bloom in February. It does have a nice scent, which you can smell if you tip toe through the mud over to it and get up close. As the witch hazel grows and the number of blooms increases, I hope to be able to stand away from it and smell it.
Elsewhere in the garden, there are more signs of the end of winter, including the common weed henbit, showing up in odd places here and there.
The best time to pull henbit is now, while the ground is soft and the weeds are small.
But I had no time for weeding yesterday. I merely had time to find the first hint of a crocus bloom.
This bloom brings a flood of questions to mind.
Did I do enough over the winter to be ready for spring? Are my seeds ordered? Did I exercise enough so that the first day I spend in the garden won’t be followed by aches and pains from bending, reaching, and gardening? When will I find the time to do all I want to do in the garden? Why is life so busy? What was it I was going to get done over the winter?
So much to do… good-bye lazy days of ice encased gardens… the garden is calling…the crocuses are asking questions…