From my garden this past weekend:
The week has been a blur.
I’m rehearsing a show at New Line. We are in the last two weeks of performances at Webster University. I’m teaching an extra class this last eight-week term. I taught seven voice lessons yesterday. &c.
Last evening, at 9 p.m. after finishing my last lesson, Auggie and I drove to the grocer’s to find him some dog food. We were out.
And in the garden, an iris is open, and this morning I find a peony in bloom — booth of them several weeks early on any normal gardening schedule. The lilacs have bloomed and faded already, again weeks in advance.
I shan’t bemoan beauty, but I shall bemoan the changing of our climates.
In my garden today . . . .
We have at school several magnolia trees in easy view of my office windows.
The buds are (much too early) already nearly as large as my thumb.
Elsewhere the oriental magnolias (or at least I think that’s what they are) are already showing flowers, but those flowers are not surviving the cold weekend:
Global warming, anyone?
In my garden on 22 February 2017 —
And on the banner, the lilac buds are set and growing.
I don’t begrudge the crocuses, but the daffodils traditionally bloom closer to the anniversary of my mother’s death on March 23 — though every year for the past ten they’ve crept in earlier and earlier.
The Missouri Botanical Garden orchid show runs for two more weeks.
This is one of my favorite events at the Garden each year.