Not everything is worse in this timeline.The blooms are back and so are the bees.
Last year, Goldie did not bloom. At all. A late spring 2019 cold snap did a total number on our Golden Raindrops crabapple, which was a big disappointment to us and to the squirrels who dangle precariously from her branches each fall to eat the tiny golden berries.
This year, she put on a lush show in the front yard, a heavenly scented cloud of frothy blooms, hovered over by very intent bees.
I'm not sure I've ever seen this many stinging type pollinators this early in the year, from the bumblebee buzzing audibly among the pink and white bleeding hearts and deep blue centaurea, to the wasps working the other side of the patch. Still waiting for a fly-by visit from another pollinator, the tiny hummingbird that usually makes a spring and fall appearance at our weigela.
Note to self: Memorial Day weekend and the week after might be the best garden party timing. When we're allowed to have such frivolities again.
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| Hummingbird heaven. |
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| This miniature rose has overwintered in our basement for about a dozen years. |
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| Goldie starts life with tightly furled deep pink buds that open up to a surprise white. |
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| The lilac tree is still hanging in there. |
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| Only one azalea left of the three we planted years ago. Blasted rabbits. Go, foxes, go. |
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