Winter and spring are wrestling. The majority of our snow — and major storms — hit in March.
The bulbs can survive. The snowdrops below first appeared in March, and then were buried under nearly two feet of snow following a couple of n’oreasters. That’s resilience.
While there is barely a garden, some former occupant left us a gift of early spring bulbs, now appearing in abundance in the front woodland. Bright blue Glory of the Snow, snowdrops, and a few crocus.
I added some daffodils. Seeing these flowers is enough to keep me going. And the anticipation of transforming plans to plantings soon.