It was almost 60 degrees yesterday afternoon and I went out for some power gardening. Maybe a little too much, from the feel of my back this morning. But March is the now-or-never month, before that pretty mess turns into a different sort of mess.
Only gardening die-hards work in their yards this early in the Spring. Or people like me, who created a huge amount of work for themselves with flowerbeds that need almost year-round weeding.
But it's peaceful until the neighborhood gets noisy with lawn mowers and power tools. And it gives me a chance to plan for summer and see the structure of things, before Nature just runs her course with the place.
With all this rain (not to mention 7 yards of compost) it should be a great summer garden. The first hyacinths will be blooming by the weekend, and now we'll have cut flowers in the house until November.
The birds are busy. The trained jays, of course, coming for peanut hand-outs. And the Northern Flicker (an impressive woodpecker) has been hammering on the light poles like a jack-hammer, I guess staking out his territory.
The chickadees are up to something and not being shy about it. Maybe this will discourage them from building again in the silly fake birdhouse? Of course they might just knock the intruder out of the way-- they are bold little birds.
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