mostly potential still, but still [g]

Behind the

This is my back garden, with lots of sprouts. The clump of species crocus is already finished blooming, and something (not me) decided to transplant my grape hyacinths and glory of the snow back here so that now they’re scattered all over the place instead of in noticeable clumps [wry g]. Still, there’s a lot more green than there was even a couple of weeks ago.

This is the small shaded bed next to my back door (opposite the back garden). The hellebore’s been blooming for well over a month now. The bleeding heart got too eager and wound up frostbit, but it’s coming back. The tulips are still all just floppy foliage in the tub.

This is my front flower bed, shared with my next door neighbor. It faces south and is very sheltered, so things start up early here. Mostly pansies and primroses. The big purple thing is an aubrieta, the purple thing to the right of the pansy tub is the anemone that’s in my icon. There’s a nice big swath of glory of the snow next to the daylily that ate New York (foliage only so far, of course) up closer to the door. Oh, and Alistair the snail is to the top right of the pansy tub.

This is Alistair. He was a Christmas present [g].

And these are true potential, my bedroom windowsill seedlings:

Godetia, gloriosa daisies, hollyhocks, linaria. And bare dirt that, gods willing, will someday be larkspur (I have terrible luck with larkspur no matter how I try to grow it — wintersowing, windowsill, direct-in-the-ground).

Marigolds, candytuft, and calendulas.