I saw a robin in my yard the other day. I saw miniature irises in my friend’s yard and was graced with the gift of one. I went home to find that my crocuses were up too. This afternoon, I had a bit of time to remove some of the dried grasses and forbs from my yard to discover a whole path of crocuses.
I had noticed that a few perennials were peeking up. I did a bit of careful raking to uncover some daffodils.
One set of daffodils was so covered with leaves but determined to find the light and warmth, it grew and grew. It is quite yellow from under its covering, but I think that it will revive with the sunshine and light.
A few other perennials are peaking up.
I grow a short grass prairie on three sides of my house. It is a very small space for plants that used to inhabit acres of land in the Midwest. And by the end of the growing season, it looks a little bedraggled. I leave the grasses and seed pods standing over the winter for birds to feast on the seed and small critters to use the grasses for bedding for their nests. The spring is the time to rake it up and take it to the compost farm.
When I lived in the country, the prairies were managed with fire. Crews would go out with water backpacks to do a back burn path to create a boundary for the fire. The weather and wind conditions were carefully considered with a burn. In the early spring, the newly melted snow would help create the necessary wetness to help control the fire. On those early spring days, the sun would need to be shining to help carry the fire. In a spring like 2012 with little snow to melt, there is even greater need for watchfulness for the weather and wind conditions. The grasses of the tall grass prairie would spark and sizzle and dance as they would burn. It was quite an amazing sight to be part of a controlled prairie burn.
As I rake the grasses, I gather them in piles.
We walk into my backyard to see what it growing there. I have trees, shrubs and grass growing and a clothes line to dry my laundry. The scent of freshly dried laundry from hanging in the sun is one of my favorite fragrances.
Some larger lilacs have very fresh buds.
A place to relax at the picnic table
With the deer’s help all is well.
Time to put away the tools for one day. The deer is keeping track of the crocuses. Oh, how considerate. My black and white cat, Oreo was out here helping too. She wants her own post that she calls the Antics of Oreo. Watch for her! That post is coming soon.