The forsythia has been under threat of removal for several years now. This year it has given a few more flowers, but nothing worthy of keeping. In one last ditch effort to figure out how to make this thing the bright shock of yellow I want it to be, I did some more research. Turns out my first research was in correct. The forsythia has had a reprieve. I've made a note and will do the new recommendations next year.
Raspberries are starting again. I hope I get a better crop than last year, which was understandably a wash, due to the porch reconstruction.
Other edibles are coming back as well. The ramps I brought back from Massachusetts last year have made a reappearance. These are wild garlic/onion plants. But as this clump is so little I think I will leave it alone again for another year. Maybe this year it will spread out and I can harvest some next year.
Melanie gave me two of her grandmother's heirloom garlic heads. I planted them last fall and they have appeared beautifully. The mustard greens I planted last year went to seed and I've been digging out the little plants all over the yard and putting them back into good soil. The big one is doing really well, the two little ones are struggling along.
Then there are the others interesting things happening in the garden. Some are welcome, like this tiny moss:
Others are not! Like this nasty dandelion. It was removed seconds after this photo was taken.
There is also sad news. My bees did not make it after all. In the middle of March they were buzzing around in a bit of sunshine which I dutifully reported to the BeeMan. Two weeks later there was nothing. I was about to report this when he stopped by personally, just to be sure and discovered that they had most likely starved to death. Not because there wasn't enough food in the hive. On the contrary, there was plenty of honey still in the combs! It just wasn't where they expected it to be, and since they aren't programed with strong intelligence - none of the 10,000 of them thought to look in the back of the hive where all of the honey was.
The crazy artist in me decided to collect a jar-full just in case I might need bees in the future for...goodness knows what. He also scraped of some of the old combs which had been started in places they weren't supposed to be. They look like different kinds of bugs to me.
Later that same day, the BeeMan returned with a new hive of 12,000. and a queen
He explained that the queen is always from a different hive. She lives in this little box for a week with a few of her attendants. The new hive feeds her through the screen while at the same time trying to kill her. !
Cleaning out the hive:
And my handsome guy?
, but at least he is not scratching himself raw anymore. He loves being out in the sun with me. His black fur warms up so nicely. He alternates between bright sun, and then a bit of shade. I hope we are really on the mend.