Cold Spring

It has been the coldest spring I can ever remember.  And wet.  Really wet.  The rain and cold just seem to go on and on and on.  I read about other parts of the US experiencing cold, too, so I guess we are not being singled out for special punishment.  It feels that way, though!

In the past week we have had rain, drizzle, wind, rain, partly cloudy skies, hail, rain, snow, blue skies and rain here in the Pacific Northwest.  I have not had the snow at my house, but it has been very near by.  Silly weather.

The only compensation is that you can't keep a good bulb down.  My tulips and daffodils are spectacular and every time I open my back gate and enter my little, secluded backyard, the blast of red orange from the tulips lifts my heart and spirits.

I bought an outdoor carpet for the deck and I must say, I like it a lot!  It just makes the whole deck seem like another room.  The carpet is advertised as not mildewing (important in "Rainland" where I live!), won't fade, lets water through and is made of all recycled material.  What's not to like?

My kitty statue, a gift from a dear friend, guards the pots of daffodils and tulips.

The clematis is budding out.  I can hardly wait for it to bloom.  The blossoms are huge, the size of dinner plates, and a creamy white that glows.

I am very partial to this primrose, the name of which I have, of course, forgotten.  I love the white edging.