#inmygarden 2025
It has been the coldest, wettest, windiest spring in my memory. It didn’t hit 60F in my yard until this week, when we finally got a stretch of decent weather. But just to remind us that Mother Nature always has the last laugh we also got some haze from the Canadian wildfires. It made for one hell of a sunset on Wednesday.
(I promise you that is without filters.)
Meanwhile, back in the garden, the poplar refuses to fully leaf out, the lilacs look like they have jaundice, and the peonies from the Walter Faxons to the Pacificas to the Duchess Herself all look freezer burnt. I can relate.
The good news (there is some) is that for reasons best known to themselves the daffodils and the jonquils are simply delirious with joy over the rain and the wind and the 40F-degree temps and have exploded like yellow and gold bombs in the Duchess’s Garden.
They have never bloomed in that number in the ten years since they were planted.
And it looks like the Himalayan poppies are about to have themselves a banner year. “Feed me, Seymour.”
And then of course there’s the livestock.
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