My own garden's first blooms of spring - pretty little hyacinths!
Monday we cleaned up the front garden. We pulled out all the dead stuff and the grass that seems to grow under the snow, but only in the flower bed; planted a few new plants - dahlias and bleeding hearts; sprinkled on some plant food; and wished for the best.
I love flowers and having a garden, but I'm not any good at it. The survival rate for new plants is probably about 70%, which is an improvement. I've had a hard time learning what will grow in my yard. Despite loving the idea of using plants well adapted to this environment, I have only begun to do so reluctantly. It's such a great idea, but I'm not from here. The imaginary garden in my mind is not made of drought tolerant plants that live in harsh sun. It's a profusion of blooms just this side of neglect, a cottage garden on the verge of overtaking the cottage.
Slowly, though, I am learning what works. One day I might even have the garden I've so long imagined.