I do not love spring. I love what it represents, to be sure. I love the new buds forming, the light scented air, the possibility of warmer days and nights, daylight savings time… But generally spring is windy and it tricks you into thinking it’s warm because the sun is out, but really it’s cold. And I find the whole season just slightly irritating.
But the garden is starting to come back to life, after nearly a year of neglect. That little Forrest. His arrival put a few of my hobbies on hold for a while.
This little box under our bedroom window just keeps going. I add new plants in every once in a while. It’s one of my favorites.
Dashie and I have been working on a little sedum garden outside my office door.
These guys are huge. And just about to flower now.
More succulents. They’re everywhere.
Ah the favas. We’ve started harvesting. Yum.
Artichoke plants so grey this photo looks black and white. Can’t wait for the babies to arrive.
Kumquats for days. I think this year I’m going to make marmalade.
Found a broken bird’s egg in front of the back door. Nature isn’t always kind.
Then there’s this little kumquat. I love him so much.