I don’t know what to make of what’s happening in my yard this year. This has been the nicest spring I can recall in my 25 years in Wisconsin, and as a result, some odd things are happening.
The bleeding hearts bloomed earlier than usual, with only a fraction of the blooms they sported last year. The raspberries are ahead of schedule, too; they’re well on their way to setting fruit. Since I picked last year’s first berry on the Fourth of July, I’m expecting an early harvest. The pitiful little herb garden I started next to the patio looked abysmal last year, so I had every intent of clearing it all out and planting perennials. But the sage, thyme, oregano and pineapple mint confounded me utterly by forming lovely low mounds too pretty to fiddle with. The thyme is blooming, so I guess I should cut that back; I’ve already hacked away at the oregano and bundled up the cuttings to dry. (Oregano lovers, beware; you have to watch this stuff. It’ll spread like a weed if you’re not careful, and the one batch I allowed to survive was crowding the columbines something awful.)
It’ll be fun to watch summer unfold. I’m glad this is the year I decided to start keeping track of things. It may be another quarter-century before we have another spring as splendid as this one.