Today was the official first day of Daylight Saving Time – I personally have no use for the switch in times as my body clock is set on Standard Time. However, some powerhouse in government decided we could “save energy” by changing our clocks (and here we all thought it was so children standing at dark school bus stops would be safer: guess again!) and we are stuck with Daylight Saving Time.
It was a beautiful day, too: perfect weather for early gardening. My husband went out and pruned the Hawthorne with the help of Master Gardener Murphy. I merely went out and surveyed the damage: the potholes, the torn up weed-guard, the thin branches chewed off of the tree peonies and my dogwood, and more potholes – all about where I planted bulbs last autumn. And while I was surveying, I found this wee survivor of Murphy’s replanting efforts:
Yes, I have a wee crocus in bloom, right where I planted it. That’s amazing. It is the only crocus to have survived, by all evidence (none others have poked even the tiniest bit of greenery out of the earth. Here’s another view of it (I was so astounded, I took two photos):
I know – you’re astounded, also.
My mini daffodils are opening, too. I happen to like narcissus because I can have cut flowers early in the season and they last a few days in a bud vase, unlike the camelia blossoms. Here is a photo of the one wee daffodil which is conveniently behind a fence so Murphy can’t taste it:
And that was my gardening adventure for the day.
Okay, I confess: I did pull a few weeds when Murphy’s attention was diverted. And I did discover that the Western Peony is poking up a bit of greenery toward the sun. If it survives and blooms, I will take pictures of it, too.
And THAT was my gardening adventure for today.
