The gardens are becoming quite colourful now, as the spring bulbs open.
These early daffodils light up my day!
The mild, pleasant weather means I'm working outside much of the day, postponing my research and writing for late afternoon or evening.
I've nearly finished my big clean-up of the rose and perennial beds. I haven't yet started preparing the vegetable garden. It's the New England tradition to plant peas on Good Friday...fairly sure I can manage that. Mine will be snow peas.
I've pruned my roses--the modern, re-blooming ones that need spring pruning. Most bushes only get the really harsh treatment every other year, and they were due.
My monster rugosas, on the other hand, get whacked down a foot or two or three every spring, and thrive on it. It's a very vigorous pruning session, good for taking out my aggressions in a productive way. When I take my shears to the rugosa hedges, they know they've been pruned. I don't consider myself a sadist, but the rugosas are definitely masochists. "Whack me harder, come on! I can take it!" In a few months they'll reward me by turning into a hedge of cerise-coloured blossoms--with a buzzing bumblebee nestled in every one.
Five new roses are due today via FedEx: 2 climbers, a gallica, a damask, and a polyantha. Four go in the ground (I'll be digging holes tomorrow!). The fifth will go into a tub on the porch.
It's another perfect outdoor day...nevertheless, I'm off to the city a bit later to do "city stuff." Shopping, meetings, mailings. Muttering at idiot drivers.