A fine mess

 

There are dozens of tulips in there ready to bloom, struggling up between invasive bluebell clumps that take over the beds in the spring. I can't dig them out without decapitating the lilies and other nice things just showing their heads. Anyway.

We watched the Martha Stewart Netflix special a while ago, and one of the things that tireless (tiresome?) woman said was, "If you don't like your garden, RIP IT OUT and plant a new one!"

Easy for her, with an army of gardeners to boss around. It will be a while until I'm in there on hands and knees again. But at least a pretty mess at the moment.

Now here's a happy sight. The plum tree has a few flower buds, and if the pollinators do their work we might have fruit. Hopefully not an obscene amount like two years ago, but enough to make a new batch of plum chutney would be nice.

 

Spring is trying hard to break though, and the sun is strong when it does appear. I have a little private place next to the deck to watch the birds when the chair dries out between April showers. 

We have the first warm weekend coming up, when people go completely bonkers in Seattle.