It was a long, hard winter. I have never been as ready for the season to change as I have been the last couple of months.
Now, being Ohio, we've got monsoon weather which will eventually give way to suffocating humidity and blistering sun, but that's ok. I have a closet full of dresses to wear and a big tube of SPF 85. (I'm Irish) I will take that over cabin fever-winter-depression any day. (Although I did break my fave sunglasses, I can always get a new pair.)
We bought our house in June, 2008 ( I was 21 go me ;) and the yard had been overgrown and ignored for at least 5 yrs, and probably longer. In fact the house sat empty for a few years. Our lawn was less grass, and more crabgrass and dandelions. I don't mind dandelions, but I am a barefoot hippie in my own yard and crabgrass hurts.
So anyway, now that we've got most of our plants healthy, and our lawn about 60% grass, I'm ready to finally use my yard (with my hubby! who lived here approximately 4 months before he deployed) I've kept an eye on the yard the past couple of springs, and I finally know when good weather is upon us:
Yes, I need to rake.
These bushes (no idea what they are) run along the length of the front of my yard. They explode in bright yellow for about a week and a half before they turn green. This is my first sign that winter is over
I need to rake some more, yes. We planted this pink thing last year and it never bloomed, but it surprised me a couple days ago and shot up out of nowhere.
It made me really happy, because we were under quite a few inches of snow for the last 4+ months and I was so tired (still am) of a monochrome landscape. All gray or all white is boring and mind numbing.
Just this morning I found these little purple flowers popping up in all my clumps (for lack of a better word) of Ivy.