Having taken some time…at least fifteen seconds…in contemplating what I did to the garden last year, and what I might do this year, I think my best course of action, right now, would be to stay inside with all the curtains drawn, for at least two months.
In fact I just walked around the garden (it’s 60 here today), and there were empty spaces everywhere. The amount of room I have for new plants this year is absolutely astonishing. It’s like there was almost nothing at all in the garden last year.
Now, the tiny rational part of my mind, the part that doesn’t have much to do with gardening, knows that can’t possibly be true. There was barely enough room to move around last year without stepping on a plant. The area by the front porch, that looked to me this morning like it had room for six or eight enormous agaves, really has room for none. I planted half a dozen Fritillaria persica there last winter, and I don’t want to be reminded of that expensive fact in the usual way.
So I better stay inside.
If it snows, I could build a snow squirrel.
I’ll have to teach the dog to fill the bird feeders, and maybe even pick up after himself. The dogs were taught to pick their own raspberries, so anything is possible.