I don't know if it's visible in the photo, but it is snowing. Mother Nature's idea of an April Fool's joke? I ain't laughing.
Also visible is the world's slowest-growing Amaryllis. Thanks to limited natural light sources, I have to bunch up my indoor plants in two areas. This is my small plant area. The back of the house is where the gigundo plants live, bless their hearts.
I am referring to this spring as the season of cosmic whiplash. I have my disreputable down barn coat, rain jacket and medium weight jacket lined up by the door. As are the high boots, low boots, rain boots, garden shoes and Yak-traks. I have worn all of them at one time or another in the past week. That doesn't include the couple of days that I celebrated the freedom of no socks and no jacket. Good golly. This uneven weather has made it a challenge to get anything done outside in the garden. I did get a little raking done and hauled off the birch tree that used to house the wrens. I knew it was rotten but had no idea how rotten it was. During one of the many gale-like events we've had this spring, it came down with a crash that had all four of us jumping out of our respective beds.
Speaking of beds, after all of the finagling to make sure that each of my pampered furry kids had the perfect bed, Slimmie has now decided that the folded pile of dog deck mats that were plopped on the storage chest by the back door is his and only his. It really does remind me of the parents who spend tons of money on special toys, only to have their child prefer pots and pans and a cardboard box.
I am trying to entice the bluebirds to nest in their box that has been transferred from the rotten tree to a nice sturdy fence post. No dice, so far. I am sure they will become interested as soon as the wrens have moved in. I have gone through my yearly quota of sunflower seeds (80#!) and suet blocks (15!) and am now rationing the more expensive and less messy hulled sunflower seed mix that I usually save for the glamour birds of spring. I did forget to take the last of the suet blocks in at night and was not totally surprised that it was missing in the morning. I'm glad I have back-ups. The bears are on the move!
This is also the time of year that I start out all dewy-eyed with the chipmunks, putting special treats out for the ONE that always pops up on the deck. By the end of spring, I am cursing the horde that gorges itself on the chicken feed. I will never learn.
On the subject of hordes, I am not looking forward to the horde of cicadas that are due to emerge this year. I still remember the swarms of tent caterpillars that covered tree trunks, rocks and house during the second summer I lived here. At least they were quiet. Of course, the 'songs' of the cicadas might drown out the incessant rumbling of gravel trucks rolling their dust tsunamis across the front of the house. It's going to be a fun summer.