After a winter in which we all unfortunately became familiar with the term “polar vortex” we are at last seeing signs of spring.This week I heard more bird song in my neighborhood. And the house cats are out and about again. There is now a well trodden feline path through our backyard. On Rosemary Lane (isn’t that just the best street name?), we regularly meet a charming black and white cat who greets us during our walks as though it were a dog.
At the Royal Botanical Gardens, the Auxiliary volunteers are in full swing getting ready for their famous plant sale. They’re busy Tuesday and Thursday mornings, potting up bare root perennials, re-potting perennials from last year and seeding annuals and striking geranium cuttings.
At the RBG Centre in the bulb display room, spring shrubs have been forced into bloom; they’re underplanted with all manner of flowering bulbs. It’s a great place to visit if you need cheering up.
My hort-buddy Kathy Purdy over at Cold Climate Gardening proclaims “the thaw is coming.” I can’t wait. And my surest sign of spring, I’ve done my first blog post of the season. Sorry to have been AWOL for months, but I’ve found it to be a rather enervating winter.
PS: In spite of everything, we did make Seville Orange Marmalade as usual in February.