crazy spring

Remember early February when I wrote about how it was already feeling like spring and how confused everything seemed? Well, that was followed by about three weeks of cold weather which nipped all those buds that were foolish enough to emerge, followed by a week of warm, then a week of cold. Sheesh. This has been the most confusing spring I can remember. We're about to have another several days of nights in the upper 30s.

Regardless, it is full blown spring now. Although the azaleas bloomed out early, the red bud trees here at the country house were a little behind their city brethren.

The trees, well except for the pecans who are always the last to be convinced, are all wearing their spring green.

The bluebonnets in the front yard are the best they've been in years even though they have made a poor showing elsewhere.

The dew berries in the fields and along the road sides are in full bloom.

Though I've had a hard time getting the baby blue eyes established in the yard, they are flourishing in several pots.

The little red lilies that blanket the city house yard and are starting to get a foothold here at the country house are coming into peak.

The poppies that were so numerous and beautiful last year, came up by the hundreds and then all but a few withered away.

No cotton this year in the big field, only corn.

I've gotten part of the garden planted about two weeks late and I'll get the rest in today if the wind will just give it a rest. It has just been relentless for months. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was living on the Great Plains.