Yesterday it was absolutely beautiful when I returned home from work. Since 3pm at my desk, the window was open and all I thought about was everything I could be doing outside. It was 60 degrees and sunny when I finally got out into the garden.

I cut back the rest of the coneflowers, the coreopsis, black-eyed susans, and raked out the leaves in the front, south bed. I also cleaned out all the trash that collects from the sidewalk over the winter. In the backyard, I raked a lot of leaves out of the bed, allowing more sunlight to reach the emerging spring bulb foliage. The tulip leaves are up a good 6″ and the daffodils have buds forming.

I’ve posted signs of spring on the Lot in past years, but thought it would be fun to make a comparison to Mom G’s garden this year. The heralds of the season can look different for the two of us. The Other Half and I have a small urban plot while Mom G. has a rural 40 acres.

Spring on the Lot

• the snowdrops and crocus arrive
• the returning geese can be heard overhead
• trash appears in all areas of the Lot as the snow melts
• the icecream truck passes by
• the skunk returns

Spring on Mom G’s Acreage

• the tulip foliage and crocus begin to come through the snow
• the returning sandhill cranes can be heard overhead
• tons of willow branches appear as the snow melts
• the road grater passes by
• the bear returns

…yes, that’s right, THE BEAR returns to Mom G’s garden to help himself to the bird feeders.
I suppose you would be a bit peckish after such a long, winter nap. Mom G then tucks away what is left of the feeders and in a few weeks the bear’s normal diet will be available. He’ll then leave the bird feeders alone and life in the garden can progress as normal.

Seeing that photo makes me ever-so-grateful for that little skunk.