Busy pruning the just-budding fruit trees. The forsythia are out – as with everything, we’re a couple weeks behind the valley floor. The blue skies, white snow and yellow flowers are a real mood improver! But it’s still chilly: high of 12C (52F) today.
I’ve learned yet another lesson, and could write a book on why you should get a landscape gardener or ask for advice when you build, even if you think you can’t afford it. We probably should have planted our dwarf pear tree, which you see pruned here, on the north side of the house, to encourage it to blossom later. We always lose flowers to the wild early spring winds. Pear crops are tiny at best. So it goes.