The last of the late spring pruning - cutting back the hydrangeas which did not make it through this winter but are pushing new leaves from their roots, cleaning out the fountain by our front door, cutting back the last of the grasses, filling bare spots in the perennial borders, perpetual weeding, tying up the yew hedge which succumbed to the ice-storm .... the endless tasks of spring.
Whoever built our house in the 1930s probably bought a job-lot of azaleas. Not anything I'd ever think of planting but it works gloriously. Every spring the front of our house is ablaze with a disneyesque riot of color. Fuchsia, magenta, red, white, all weave together in a fabulous display that stops traffic. Once they've finished blooming they fade into the background but when we eventually move their spring presence will be one of the things I miss the most. We've added to them over the years, dragging old bushes from demolition sales of Main Line estates - often one bush at a time shoved in the back of our Honda Pilot with the back door bungee corded shut. The display now stretches down the street and is echoed by those in the gardens behind. Our neighbors now plan their house sales to time with their blooms.
I love this time of year, azaleas in bloom, primroses and cammasia along the trickle of our creek bank and the last flush of the tulips
Mother's Day today, D day for planting in our area.