Spring started in February this year. Maybe even in January... or maybe Fall never ended.I've been chomping at the bit to start planting. No sooner did my daffodils and tulips come up than I started fingering my moon-flower seeds like prayer beads. When, when when?
Well, those moonflower seedlings have germinated and are past the cotyledon stage, having put out their first true leaves. Clematis is already budding. The first daylily seed has sprouted and I'm waiting for the columbines to get with the program. This year I have three varieties of columbine - or three colors at any rate: purple, blue and white. I love a blue garden, though they say that a true blue is rare in Nature, I love her many approximations!
There is no joy like seeing new life come out of nowhere. Foxgloves and coneflowers - coming back! I see that I lost a few, but these are the breaks. Creeping Jenny - back. Peonies - back, plus the new ones I planted last year are already up. Even though I know a plant is perennial and is supposed to come back - it always seems like a miracle when it does. In the tropics, the plants just go on and on. This leaving and coming back is something I still have to get used to... but maybe it's better that I don't.
