Most things are recovering from the days of rain and clouds and cold.
I did as my metal sign among the columbines advised, and relaxed. A sweet message from Greg, a bottle of wine from Hope and Steve, and a fun facetime call with Tom and Z and the grandkids.
Lovely. Nothing over the top, no busy brunch among crowds, just nice acknowledgements and a quiet day.
The columbines really came into their own over Mother's Day and they are cheerful and bright. They survived the cold and wet okay, not as full and splashy as in some years, but nice.
The foliage is clean and fresh, the blooms big and elegant. I'll take that.
While some things are looking better now with nicer weather, a few other plants worry me.
The redbud finished blooming but is struggling to leaf out.
The leaves are tiny, sparse and very dark colored. I think the snow and cold got it at just the wrong time, but hope warmer weather will set it right.
The potted plants all need fertilizer after being washed out, but the soil in the containers is still too wet.
The petunias are not happy yet. They really need much warmer conditions.
The blueberry is a goner and I moved the pot away from the kitchen door.
The new little David Verity sprig is limp and its few leaves are rusty colored. A few newly planted seedlings look terrible, especially the blue flax and the tiny Black Adder agastache.
I'll wait to see if they will improve.
Despite these issues, Mother's Day was a delight in my garden.