My bulbs are sprouting, little green spikes that will be daffodils, lilies, and tulips soon. The less said about the crocuses the better; apparently they are a squirrel delicacy. I’ve put chicken wire back over the remaining bulbs.
I want to plant my vegetable garden. I planned it out yesterday. There’s a heavy emphasis on beets, since they did well last year, and on lettuce and spinach. I’m going to try chard again once it gets too hot for the spinach; with luck I’ll get more than one plant this year. And I might set aside some beets for roots, since maybe the reason mine didn’t make roots last year was that I kept eating their leaves. Greens seemed to be pretty happy in the back last year, despite all the shade.
I’m going to try eggplant for the third time, in a third location. It doesn’t seem to be a big fan of lack of sun.
There will be extra fennel for the swallowtail caterpillars, since I feel bad picking them off, but I would also like to eat fennel myself.
I have one small parsley that survived the winter. Both my chive plants have resprouted, which impresses me since they were in pots, not in the ground. I’ve seen no sign of my rhubarb yet, though, which worries me.
Now it just has to stop raining for long enough for the dirt to dry out a bit, and then I can dig in the compost and start planting.