apparently things bloom on their own. who knew?

The weather has been very, very dreary since the holiday ended, which is a very fair and fine price to pay for that spectacular weekend. I think the garden thinks so, too, because it is doing just fine without any interference on my part.

(These photographs were taken on Monday, which is why it is sunny and not, you know, dreary.)


The green that is everywhere that I thought were maybe chives, and then changed my mind? Are chives. Pd plucked some and tasted them. Definitely chives.


The shrubs which I am almost certain are forsythia are blooming (there's another, smaller bush at the front of the house) even more than this; after yesterday's rain they're bushels of bright, shiny yellow.


The rhubarb continues to look more rhubarb-y by the day, and have already been promised to a friend with a mania for strawberry-rhubarb pies.

Speaking of which, I have yet to find any strawberry plants (I think it may be too early in the season), but I have started my own preparations:


I think I may be a little bit in love with Urban Harvest, and am sad that their nursery storefront has closed.

Meanwhile, the African violet continues to be alive. It's even blooming. (It's probably a sympathetic response.)