I woke up to the sound of a strong summer rain and it almost felt like I was dreaming it, the rain that poured with great force over the landscape and rapped loudly on the roof. The winter weary flower beds turned lush immediately, vividly green against the black dirt and filling the season with promise.
The older, more established hellebores recovered quickly from the deep freeze. The divisions I transplanted last year are coming along beautifully too, but slower, hellebores like to take their time to build a strong root system.
The moisture laden air was warm and heavy with the scent of spring, thunderbolts boomed through the skies, highlighting the stormy clouds, it was exhilarating.
It rained for a couple of days afterwards, washing the tired soil and the dust off the fresh growth, it felt like the whole earth suddenly came back to life.
I love the rain; not the slow, bone chilling drizzle that hangs around like a bad smell and burdens your spirit, but the powerful downpours of summer, charged with so much energy that the lighting bolts crackle through the dark clouds trying to burst the sky open.
The spring bulbs must be really confused by this atmospheric display of power, they don't normally experience summer rain, but I reveled in every second of it. After the never ending snow and chill and freezing rain that dragged winter's hollow carcass all the way into April, by golly the summer thunderstorm felt good!
The seedlings are outside for hardening. At first the little plants couldn't make up their minds if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but most of them figured it out and started growing vigorously.
This year I realized that no matter how early you start the seeds indoors, without the benefit of growing lights they will patiently tread water until their instincts tell them it's time to take off.
All, that is, but the cucurbits. They are more at leisure in their slightly larger pots and didn't waste any time powering up the production machine. By the time I took them outside they were in bloom.
The spring bulbs took heart and slowly started coming out of the ground. There are a few shy daffodils and hyacinths sprinkled around the garden but the bulk of the perennials are still hiding safely underground.
A lot of the seeds for this spring need to be planted directly outdoors and I wonder if this wouldn't be a good time to start them, by the time they'll come out of the ground all danger of frost will be gone. I'm not in a hurry because this year's twenty square foot vegetable garden will have a vertical component (which should make for an interesting experiment in increasing yield) and the hanging baskets, cages and trellises aren't here yet.