Hello, spring. Thought you were going to skip out on us this year.
Evidence of spring in my garden:
My muscari bloom, then die back, then sprout in the fall. I never cut them back, but they always come back in the spring. Even this spring, oh-so-late in coming.
These are parrot tulips, I think. There was one beautiful one in the garden when we bought the house; after a few years, I split it. Now look at all these beauties. I still have one errant one in the big garden that I can never seem to move. I always leave part of the bulb, I guess.
These are peony tulips. I got them from John Scheepers, planted them in 2002 a few weeks before Rowan was born, and look at how great they still are. I thought tulips were supposed to die after a year. Guess not! (At least from Scheepers they don't seem to die out.)
More John Scheepers tulips from 2002. I learned to take photos of flowers from my MIL: get close and eye level, if possible.
Here's an interesting thing: those last tulips seem to be naturalizing. They popped up this spring by my daffodils, clear on the other side of the garden. No clue how that happened. But I'm enjoying it, though anal-retentive me is wondering if I should dig these up to put them by the other tulips.I think I'll just let them be.