The only time I ever feel like I have more plants than I need is at the end of winter when I do my garden clean-up. Then, I am almost overwhelmed by the tasks that need to be completed: the never-ending pruning, trimming, raking, tilling, composting, mulching, and many more verbs ending with -ing. Today was day 1 of what I call “opening the garden,” and although there are several largish piles of debris from today’s cleanup now in my yard, I have barely scratched the surface. It was pleasant, though, and I enjoyed that although most of the songbirds made a quick escape chirping, “Gigantor! Fly away!” when I arrived on site, pruners in hand, the little chickadees continued to keep me company while I fussed in the garden. I also didn’t even mind that our naughty spaniel thought it great fun to sneak twigs from my hard earned piles and run off with them into the yard. If I can beat the rain, I will be back outside this afternoon to start dragging all this brush to the compost, but for now, I have a date with a hot cup of tea.
Sedum, one of the 1st of the perennials to show their faces