Spring bulbs are wonderful - daffodils, crocuses, hyacinths - but I have very few in my yard. A slew of irises I inherited and this one hyacinth which came from a plant Grandma gave me on Easter that I decided to plant and see what happened (what happened is that it actually took and hopefully will appear year after year). The smell is overwhelmingly delightful.
After a little rain yesterday and the promise of a bit more today, I think the garden is enjoying the arrival of spring. I also heard yesterday from my landlord that he may consider selling the house - to me if I want it. Guess I need to do some considering, discuss a mortgage with someone, and do a little more research. It would be nice to have a yard to call my own. For real.