Our yard space is entering the loveliest of times; summer. Never mind that it's honking cold out. We've been getting dip after dip in the overnights - sometimes as low as 38. We covered the already-planted peas and beans the first time, and then shrugged and waited to see what would happen. As it turns out, nothing.
The Sugar Anns are producing beautifully; we've already crunched through a handful of pea pods. The Green Arrows are right on their heels. It's so fun to try two versions of a plant and see how their growing and producing patterns differ.
The alliums, irises, and camassia are all blooming; we also have jack in the pulpits, bachelor's buttons, phlox, and chives showing up. The peonies and poppies will burst forth in another couple of weeks, too. It's a lovely time of year, only surpassed by the sea of lilies we'll have in about 6 weeks.
There are still so many plants in our yard that I frankly have no clue about; little fluffy things here or there, plants that don't bloom but have unusual foliage; plants that the out of control violets are threatening to smother.
On another note, just a pic before it goes out to my still-baking niece or nephew:
I finished a very simple quilt a few weeks ago but haven't gotten it out the door yet, despite the fact that it was made infinitely faster by using precuts. Is that cheating? I'm not sure I care. I've got at least three more on deck that I'm not sure I'll get to before the growing season is over.
I always have more ambition than time or energy.