Spring, not yet arrived, is crashing.
The Meyer lemons, once so robust and plump, are getting soft. One has rotted on the tree. Yeeps. Time to use them wisely.
And the daffodils, a "gift" from the previous owners of this ancient property, sprang up unannounced, and are now browning around the edges. They don't last well cut in a vase, so I'll let them meet their maker au naturel.
It's super sunny outside, another yellow gift, and very near time to get serious about planting.
We are *thisclose* to putting the artichokes in the front yard. All dug out and ready to go, tomorrow. Still plotting the sun patterns. Which will change, but as these are perennials, we want to give them the most UVs year-round.
Speaking of artichokes, we had a most amazing lunch. Details to come.