I’m ashamed to say, I haven’t checked the progress of some of the plants around the yard. In fairness, it has been pretty soggy. And the continuing wet has kept me from patrolling for dog presents. One simply does not walk freely around the yard until that chore has been done.
And really, other than stick my head out the door and yell at the forsythias to hurry up and turn yellow already, I really haven’t had too much yard time lately. It’s about time to adjust and make use of some of that evening time we have available.
I did take a bit of a wander this morning. Carefully choosing where to place my feet with each step. What I found was a bit of a surprise.
In spite of that last snow we had last week, spring continues to run at it’s own chosen schedule. Maybe the forsythia aren’t quite ready yet. Or other somewhat early flowers. Although the snow drops are having a ball, popping up in strange places. And there are a few crocuses. Although not the good kind that I can rip the stamens out of to make saffron. But they are still nice to see.
Most things seem to be taking their time. Except the rhubarb. The rhubarb is doing just fine, thank you very much.
Honestly, I expected, maybe, if I was lucky, there might be little rhubarb nubs poking out of the ground. You know. Those little starts of plants that first appear. But that it not what I found.
I found leaves. Not big leaves, but well beyond nub stage. There are leaves and small stalks that are starting to appear. If I had to guess, I’d say I’m about two week away from a nice dish of stewed rhubarb. Or maybe rhubarb crisp. Or perhaps a rhubarb custard pie.
So while the forsythia have yet to get their yellow yellow buds in gear, the rhubarb is doing it’s best. Soon I’ll reward it by bringing it into a nice warm kitchen.