This time of year the sap starts flowing. I always feel like I need to do something in the garden.
A couple of weeks ago, a few days before it snowed, I found an irresistible packet of seeds. I wasn’t sure where I was going to put them, my beds are pretty full of perennials and volunteer annuals. I carried the packet around in my purse. In part to not have to answer questions from my very linear spouse about what on earth I was thinking (because I wasn’t thinking when I got the seeds).
I eventually decided to put in a hummingbird garden in my backyard to be a micro getaway location. YouTube provided instructions on creating a “no dig” bed.
The only things left to do are making a border and waiting for spring.
Not very clever: it is Latin for “spring in winter”. It’s happening right now in Seattle. The news is full of blizzards, and for some that is marvelous (see post by Karyn here), but here the air is full of the scent of daphne odora and “that plant that starts with an ‘s’, smells divine and blooms in January”.
The leaves and buds of bulbs are thrusting vigorously up through the mulch of partially decayed leaves…but winter is not necessarily over. This little party will end with a shift of the wind. In some ways that makes it all the more precious. For that reason it is also accompanied by a sense of urgency to get outside.
This differs from what we call the “pineapple express” which is warm but comes with a lot of rain.