Spring roared in like a lion, even in March. It is a little unsettling.
By the end of March I have seen plants that normally bloom in Baltimore from March to May in full bloom: daffodils, tulips, forget-me-nots, tulip magnolias, cherry trees, redbuds, dogwoods, ajuga, tree peonies, perennial geraniums and lilacs, which rarely bloom in our garden until April or early May.
The cold snap this week has come as sobering relief. The raging progression of blooms has slowed. Some daffodils have even lingered, although the cherry blossoms that peaked a week ago, mostly blew down in the winds accompanying the cold temperatures.
Our tulips, as well as thousands in Sherwood Gardens, are in bloom at the end of March. I never remember that before. Ditto the lilacs. I am betting that the herbaceous peonies will bloom by mid-April, more than a month early.
When I was at Monticello last week, a woman from Washington said to me, this growing season is as schizophrenic as the political climate of the country. Something about it feels frightening. I know what she means.
It is time to work in the garden. It is also time to tend to education, energy and infrastructure. As gardeners, if we do not fertilize the soil in organic ways, the soil decreases in fertility. Likewise, if we do address some unglamorous basics, starting with our youngest asset, the country will flounder even more than it does now.