My Lonely City

Well, I’ve got some herbs and bulbs in the ground, and … mixed success, so far. Everything seems to have survived the hailstorm we had day before yesterday – amazingly enough – but two of my roses, I think, have gone to the great garden in the sky (where they will be much better taken care of, no doubt). But the other three are stubbornly, if irregularly, leafing out just to prove they’re tougher than I thought.

Of course the wisteria is doing great; it had a great head start with the people who owned the house before us and was growing opposable thumbs by the time we moved in.

My herb pot is doing well, also (though the basil, the one I’m most excited about, looks unhappy). But the Italian parsley, the rosemary, and the dill are doing great.

The poor, abused lilacs at the end of the deck are even doing fine, tentatively putting out a bloom in the spirit of scientific investigation.

And of all the bulbs from last fall I guiltily planted a couple of weeks ago, one is actually growing! I think it’s one of the white tulips, but I’m not entirely sure. But hey, that’s part of the fun, right?