I lost a dear friend last week. We were gardeners, grammas, knitters, and friends. We often talked about our gardens being the places we would go when we needed to sort things out – like when our parents passed or when other problems arose. Now, I go into my garden to grieve and try to make sense of things and find peace. I have many plants in my garden that my dear friend shared with me. They aren’t blooming yet, but they are growing and thriving and give me great joy. My friend will always be with me when I am in my garden.
Spring has come…. here are a few beauties:
Miniature violet in the trough graden
Primrose in the trough garden
Bloodroot buds in an embrace
We have returned from the sunny south. I was eager to see the garden and to assess the winter damage. Moles and voles were busy this winter and something nibbled the hens and chicks. The deer left hoof prints in the dirt and perhaps they were the nibblers. The storms left some tree damage. Oh yes and we had snow…….
Luckily it melted fast. This birch had split and needed to be removed..
And it was added to the burn pile
The turkeys are strutting about doing their thing
We took a walk in the woods this morning and there was hoar frost – beautiful but ….
Spring IS just around the corner though … these bluebirds are checking out the nesting box.. sorry for the blurry photo.. I was so excited to see them that I didn’t get a good shot
It is supposed to warm up the next few days.. maybe I’ll find a few buds or blossoms to photograph and share. Despite the late spring, it is nice to be home.