No, not the rock band’s lockdown single, but little SamJam slowing down neighborhood traffic with his innate charm. Today he had his first encounter with the white stuff, and his adorableness was on full display. Pennsylvania weather is notoriously schizophrenic, and today we got a few inches of accumulation, right on the doorstep of spring. Oh, and a whole lot of wind, too.
Samuel is still trying to figure out if he likes this kind of weather. He’s intrigued by the snow itself, but he doesn’t seem to be a fan of the cold. Yes, he’s definitely related to me. 🙂
Today was mulching day at our house. Right before that it was trim-back-the-stems day for our numerous perennials (mostly tulips and daffodils), followed by weeding as much as possible before the placement of mulch. I wouldn’t say that my thumb is entirely green, yet, but I’m incredibly happy with how it all turned out.
The rose bushes have begun to flower.
The rhododendron bush has begun to pop.
The zinnias have adapted after transplant.
The petunias (most of them) are doing well.
The jacks in the pulpit are now free to spread out.
Alas, one of the azalea bushes needed to be removed because of disease. Additionally, the dogwood tree will probably need to be removed this fall. For the past three years we’ve been trying to nurse it back to health, but it seems to have run its course. A handful of petunias didn’t take root, either, so I’ll be replacing them next week.
The good news is that I’ll probably be getting my Japanese maple this fall, along with another dogwood tree and some new landscaping at the southwest corner of the house. I also saw some geraniums at the seminary golf tournament this past week, and they looked marvelous, so those cuties might have a future in our flowerbeds, too.
Growing up in a city row home never allowed for this kind of cultivation, but I’m digging it now. (Sorry, cheap pun intended.) Seriously, the beauty of creation is inspiring, and Pennsylvania seasons are the best.