Clippy Notes for today

On one of my Freecycle trips last Fall I picked up a hummingbird feeder. I put it up yesterday to see if I can entice some of those flying beauties to my feeder.

While at the DG I also found a smaller one that I put up on one of our tiki torches.

I took a walk around the garden to see what is happening today:

Purple Iris from Audrey in Grand Prairie. These were in a pot and I moved them to the ground last year.

Strawberries going red!

Last spring we bought a hydrangea and this year it is going to bloom! I'm so excited!

This is an unknown that is coming up. We'll see what it does.

I found this trellis being thrown out so I brought it home and started this bed. The plant on the far right side is a zucchini. The tree is bird gift that we moved from the front planter. I have morning glory seeds, lettuce seeds, and marigolds planted in this bed and some jalapenos

Signs of Spring

Since I am home right now, I’ve started my morning walks around the neighborhood. I’m enjoying the cool mornings and the time I have to be able to enjoy this simple pleasure.

Yesterday’s walk was started with a sunny, blue sky. Today the sky is gray and the wind is cool enough to give me an earache. I’m hoping that the forecast is true and that we get some badly needed rain for our gardens and lakes.

I keep looking for signs of spring and there are a few starting to peek out. The Bradford Pears are starting to bloom their white frothy flowers and in one yard there is that one daffodil shyly peeking out from its leaves. The Iris is starting to look perky, trees are starting to get plump buds and a few have even sprouted a few leaves. The Mexican Plum is pushing out its white flowers as well.

I haven’t seen a red bud in bloom yet though, and to me, that is my personal sign that spring has sprung. My own red bud tree is still quietly sleeping away.

In my own garden, my daffodils are pushing up from the ground and my pansies are still looking happy. Radishes are radishing away.

Winter is still here but slowly loosening its hold.

Still come the flakes of white,Like blossoms pure and light.–J. Hazard Hartzell (1830–90)