We finally have a nice day, after 2 nights of snow predicted. No snow, but it was woodstove weather. I don’t see how today can be near 70 after being near freezing last night.
Anyway it is delightful out. I spent a happy hour or 2 with my 8 blueberry plants - 5 one-year old and 3 older-but-stunted ones that were here when we bought the place. They all have leaves, and most have blossoms, even the wee baby plants.
I picked off the blossoms (all still need to focus on getting bigger before they produce blueberries), pulled weeds, gave them acidifying fertilizer and sulfur, covered them with mulch, and watered them with rain water.
Then I was too tired to plant the garden so I came inside. I don’t know if I’m up for it this year, although I know once I get started, it is addicting.
We have two blueberry plants, I think. They turn a lovely shade of crimson in autumn. We planted them at least ten years ago in terrible rocky soil but they’ve managed to survive. Most of what does well there between the driveway and a stone wall is bamboo. I love both of them. There is nothing like spending time in the garden. It clears the mind.