It's exciting when little plants actually start coming out of the soil. There's always that moment when I doubt nature and think to myself, "Surely this tiny little speck can't really produce a whole plant?!" And then God says, "Yes it can, and don't call me Shirley." And boom. Plants start to grow. At least that's how I am going to describe the process to Hood if he ever asks.
Tiny rogue raspberries. I knew raspberries had the tendency of spreading, but I was surprised at how far away from the Momma plant the babies chose to grow. They are barely within the confines of the raspberry patch, so I will let them be. But their buddies better not try to go any farther outside of that border, or I WILL cut them. (Garden violence.)
My succulent rock garden is doing quite nicely. The bright green guys were planted only a few weeks ago, and they already have like a million babies. Note to self: Be thankful I'm not a succulent. That's got to be a pain in the butt to have to keep track of that many babies.
I planted a big bed full of wildflowers. I'm most excited about the sweet peas, nasturtiums, dahlias, peonies, and daisies. I really appreciate our gorgeous rain, and I remind myself of the old adage: "April Showers bring May flowers." These baby nasturtiums definitely agree.
The Clematis that is growing up our trellis is dripping with buds. I think they are just waiting for a few sunny days in a row to finally open up. I think next week will be the week!
Hoodie helped me paint 4 little bird houses to hang in our crabapple tree. I thought this one was especially adorable. Once the succulents I am propagating in my studio get bigger, I am going to transplant some of them into the tiny front "yard" of this one.
And last but not least, our apple "orchard" aka three baby semi-dwarf Ozarks are chugging along and putting out tons of little leaves and future blossoms. So fun to see life unfolding daily in my yard!