Sunday, while on a mission to fill 7 bags of yard waste for the 6am Monday morning pick-up, I discovered the bare-root poppies that I planted last year, that never bloomed, have emerged!
While I was out there I did some serious whacking on the rose bush, that has a case of witches broom, but continues to produce lovely fragrant blooms, so I just keep cut off the bad parts and baby it along.
The red sunset maple is starting to do it's thing. A glorious thing.
The lavender decided to stick around for another season. It's been hard establishing a good lavender in my garden for some reason. I have had great plants in previous gardens. Fingers crossed for this one.
Last but not least are the garlic chives Nancy Walrafen gave me 10 years ago that faithfully return each and every year.
Now I am off to liberate the cat mint from the spiky dead growth of last year so the Harvey boys can get a fix, and maybe chop down a few ornamental grasses, if I am feeling energetic, and I can talk Chris into helping.
Just like that, gardening season has begun.