The weekend weather wasn’t bad on the whole. It was a good bit colder and windier than I’d have liked for standing out on the soccer fields watching three games in a row, but it could have been a lot worse – it could have been snowing! Instead it was cold enough that I needed a coat and sunny enough that we all came home with sunburn on our faces.
Sunday’s weather was even nicer – sunny and warm. The forecast said it would be near 70F but our backyard thermometer read closer to 80F. I could believe it to – I worked up a sweat raking the front yard to collect all the fallen twigs and sticks, pinecones, and to “fluff” the grass to help it come back nice, particularly in the spots where it looked the most matted down from “snow mold” (a condition which I seriously thought that my lawn service was making up to sell me more stuff until I saw that mold for myself a couple weeks ago).
I had one sad little crocus come up out of the bag of bulbs I planted – and was promptly eaten. My tulips haven’t done more much than send up leaves so far – and I wonder if they’ll have time at this point – but I did see some other signs of spring.
There are hyacinths coming up here
And the daffodils are going to pop any day (I really ought to separate them):
But the best surprise yet was to see that my asparagus survived the winter. I really wasn’t sure it would.
Not sure if it is advisable to pick it yet this year since it is still fairly recently transplanted, but I’m thrilled to know that it lived – and it was especially appropriate for me to discover these stalks on Easter Sunday.
More rain and cold weather in the forecast for the week, but assuming the plants and birds know what is what I have more faith that it is actually finally spring.