Spring iz sprung
Da grass iz riz
I wonder where dem boidies iz
Da little boids iz on da wing
Ain't dat absoid
Da little wings iz on da little boid
I must admit that I only ever recited the first three lines, because it gets complicated right in the middle there. But I knew there was more, and thanks to Mr. Google, I was able to find it.
Spring izn't springing very fast here at all. Our temperatures have been staying cool for the most part. My starflowers aren't getting enough sun, and they are still hanging their heads, even as they grow past middle age and head into their golden years (as we humans laughably refer to them ...):
My crocuses lasted about three days before the deer cleaned them off. But we have these pale violet-coloured bulbs flowering and they must be a flavour the deer don't care for, because they haven't disappeared:
|Note to self: buy more of these, whatever they are.|
|All you good gardeners out there, please don't look too closely at my pruning job. Focus on the sprouting leaves.|
And our adorable little boxwood shrub, which is about a foot high, survived the winter as well. Seriously, this thing is so cute I just want to put a little hat on it and take it for a walk in a pram:
The trees haven't made a whole lot of progress putting out leaves, although they're starting to bud:
I don't mind that spring is slow, though. The cool days (and cooler nights) are my idea of perfect weather. Good thing it comes twice a year. I can't imagine having two summers or two winters - that's like Goldilocks and the porridge that's Too Hot or Too Cold - but spring and fall are like Baby Bear's bowl of Just Right.
Mmmm ... porridge. Another thing I like. And in this cooler weather, it's my daily treat.
How's the weather where you are?