Arlington is in the midst of its full, extravagant spring blossom. With an eighty degree day on Saturday, every tree has burst into leaf. The Bradford pears were shedding petals like snow in today’s breeze and the dogwoods have burst out in blossom to provide contrast with the redbuds.
The gardens are doing well. Even the carrots have come up, and they take a while. New Plot volunteer Sarah had weeded the large garden during the week and we met Saturday morning to finish up the weeding–mostly of the persistent sedge nut grass.
The large garden was a flower garden for St. Charles Borromeo Church in Arlington for some 20 years, grown by Maria Chau. As a result, certain flowers persist there, especially poppies and larkspur. I like to see them mixed in with the vegetables, but mostly, I like to see that the garden has a border of flowers.
My own garden is also doing well, with the columbine getting ready for their usual magnificent display. Unlike Gardening Nirvana in California, my love in a mist are just sprouts, but I’m looking forward to them as well.
Last year, I transplanted my Black-eyed Susans to a better place.
They had been overshadowed by my trumpet vine, which took a long time to come out this year, but has begun shooting out new leaves.
My cutting celery has also returned, to my delight.
And Scott, who grows the most beautiful dahlias during the summer, has an equally beautiful crop of tulips. Spring is underway.