Little Cuter complains that this winter has been lame, as, snow-less and frigid, she watches the East Coast dig out.
We are having unseasonably warm temperatures, here in the desert Southwest. In honor of the sunshine and the light breeze and the hint of spring in the air, I wore shorts and began to refurbish my containers.
There was a lot of work to do. Last week I cut back all the obviously dead pieces from most of the containers, leaving only that which seemed likely to bloom.
The results were appealing in a what will these flowers look like? sense,
but they all need to be cut back and repotted.
I bunched this snapdragon
with two other survivors in one pot,
but the rest of them will have to wait while I cogitate.
Some of the containers are still quite beautiful, even if the colors are a holiday or two behind.
We see this basket-on-a-post from our bedroom.
Geraniums have a peculiar odor, but these
are viewed from afar.
I don't know how they'll do in summer's full sun, but right now, they are gorgeous.
This is a much nicer inner space than the political sphere and a much nicer outer space than either of my children enjoy. Feel free to come back over the weekend if it all becomes too much.