March 2012. You have been the nicest March I can remember.
You came in like a lamb. You're going out like a lamb.
You brought us rain. You brought us warmth. You brought us wind, but not in excess. Your windiest day brought us a turkey. You truly brought us spring.
Most years, you tease us. Spring, winter, spring, winter, winter, spring with wind, windy days, windy nights and more wind. Often, there is snow or severe thunderstorms as if you can't make up your mind. You let me work in the garden one day only to cover it with snow and drive me back inside the next day.
Not this year. This year, you have given us the best weather and the garden is happy for it.
Tulips are blooming.
The lilacs are a full month ahead of schedule.
[Yes, that is a police car in the street. A police officer lives next door.]
The lilacs smells better this year than I ever remember too. The scent fills the garden as your soft March winds carry the fragrance making me smile as I pull hen bit from every bed.
[OK. We have to talk about why the hen bit is so prolific this March.]
The grape hyacinths are looking amazing.
Oh, more tulips. Yellow ones.
The red bud has been just lovely this March.
These red tulips are taller than ever with no snow to knock them down and no wind to blow the petals away.
The shrubs like this red twig dogwood are getting pretty green leaves. So relived as last summer they looked kind of crispy.
These red tulips are experiencing their first March in the garden. Will they expect this every year?
The creeping phlox is covered in blooms setting off the iron edging.
[It looks good even if my photo is tilted.]
March 2012. You've been the best. Come back again anytime!
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