All the roses that are around are starting to send out their shoots. Little green sprouts. The local wild roses more abundantly than some of the more decorative roses, but at this point they're all growing.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. --Gertrude Stein
Our yard is in less than optimal shape for anything right now. We grow moss really well, but it seems like not much else despite some trying... Our yard requires a little more than benign neglect. But slowly it's taking shape. It has had much to come back from, so all things in time.
I might have talked about it some already here. We've had to rehabilitate our yard. The previous owner used so much roundup on it that there were no birds, squirrels or any other little critters that would come into it. Now we have weeds growing! Dandelions, stinky bob, and all sorts of other things, with big tap roots, breaking down they clay-y soil and reintroducing all sorts of nutrients that the soil needs. We have moss -- I love moss, and will be happy to watch it spread, especially across the hard clay soil in the front.
Other things that have done well for me in the dark and damp are not happy here. Our rosemary is... I don't think it's dead, but I'm not entirely sure it's alive either. Perhaps this is the year I'll figure out what's going on with it. Or not.
But regardless, spring is finally here, I think for real this time. The April showers will bring us May flowers. I was lucky enough at lunch today to make it to the place I was having lunch and back again without getting caught in ridiculous down pours. One minute sunny and the next, pouring rain, seems to be the how it goes right now.
And so a new cycle begins.
With love and curiosity,
--Susan