This blog is usually pretty quite in the winter. The garden is buried under X feet of snow, and that just doesn’t make for a lot of interesting posts. To top that off, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer last Thanksgiving, and died right after New Year’s. She was a smoker, and it got her in the end.
But now the garden is coming back to life. After a couple warm days, it has been a cold gray spring. The ice never really opened up, so Barrow caught no whales, something which hasn’t happened in a very long time, since before I first visited in the 1980s, maybe a lot longer.
As late as the end of May, the garden was covered with a fair bit of snow.
In a week and a half, the snow had melted, and the flowers had just begun to peek out.
Now things are really moving fast. Just a week later the Diapensia are in full flower, the willow flowers are really huge, and buttercups (both snow and dwarf) are blooming!