Cool greenings

[muckefuck]

monshu seemed pretty disappointed that the warmth forecast for this weekend never materialised and we were treated to two damn chilly overcast days. But as long as don't come down with anything (*touches wood*) I'm happy with the return to normal temps. It's had exactly the effect on arresting our death march through spring that I hoped it would. I tend to think of the Bradford pears as a flash in the pan, but after nearly two weeks they're still looking stunning. There's been very little change in general over the last week: except in shadier areas, the daffodils have withered and we've moved on to tulips and hyacinths. Viburnums are coming into their own, as are crabapples and redbuds. Cherries are done, so are many magnolias, and the lilacs seem all over the place.

The only unfortunate consequence from a botanical point of view is that the oat grass I planted for Kitty is a week behind where I thought it would be. I saw the first sprouts yesterday, which hopefully means there'll be some for him before the end of the week, because he's gone and chewed through what I planted for him during the heat wave. The catnip is also struggling again, and whatever awful fuzz afflicted it last year is back. I bought and planted some mint, but unfortunately I can't do anything about the mache seeds until we got the plots sorted. We were supposed to talk about that our condo meeting this week but...actually, the less said about that, the better my mood will be.

We did visit Gethsemane and price some plants. Decent sized kerria they have for $20/pot and hopefully we can get a rhodie in a container for less than $80 all told. We also made use of something from the garden besides the greens: At my request, monshu made pasta carbonara with fresh sage last Friday and also tossed some freshly-snipped chives into the salad. I'd like to clean out the mature greens and reseed so perhaps I can toss them into the Frühlings-Suppe I've promised to make for Maundy Thursday.