H ELLO SPRING, AND GOODBYE SPRING, all in one sizzling weekend as fiery-hot as this overblown tulip. Freezing a week ago, now the garden and I are suffering from burnout. I feel a weather rant coming on: complaints to register, anybody? Or shall we look on the bright side: Yes, the magnolias will come and go in a total of 72 hours, but there’s asparagus for dinner.
I plant tulips for cutting only, not in my beds, and plan for bouquets to span the several weeks of tulip season by selecting an early, a middle and a late variety. On Friday I had no tulips yet; today, all of them are in full flower. That’s some big bouquet today…and then no bouquets the other anticipated three weeks. Sigh.
I’m not even sure that Magnolia ‘Ballerina’ (above) will make it into Day 4, the petals are dropping so fast. On the other side of the house, Magnolia ‘Butterflies’ (which was supposed to be a week or two after ‘Ballerina’) is fully open and not long for this world. Sigh again. (But looking back at last year’s posts, I realize it’s right on schedule, the only difference being that the prolonged cold until this week prevented it from opening sooner and therefore lasting longer.)
Even my usual “remember, nothing lasts” Buddhist leanings, my carpe diem mantra, isn’t really helping these last few sweltering days. But I will adjust my attitude in time for supper: The season’s first asparagus fritatta soothes all irritation, or so I am hoping. You? Are you too darn hot (cold, dry, wet, fill in the blank)?