Wherefore Art Thou, Spring?

Other than a brief stint in Arizona around age 5, right before my parents divorced, I’ve lived in Colorado. The cold? I’m used to it (mostly). And, yet, this winter loomed particularly chilly and simply will not quit. So, seriously, Spring? You coming any time soon?

I suspect spring — a real one, with warmth and flowers and no need to layer clothes — already made an appearance in your lives. Not so here.

In fact, here is the ONE and ONLY sign of spring so far. It bloomed last week.

This lonely daffodil looks like the only one that’ll blossom this year. Nary a bud on any of the others. So, either I need to fertilize more, or my ancient bulbs have pooped out.

Maybe I’ll buy and plant a whole bushel in the fall so that next spring arrives with a bit more vigor.

Bulbs, actually, remain about the only flower “seed” that I “get.” I haven’t had much luck with seeds or even perennial flower plants from the nursery here at altitude.

I’ve tried getting some daisies to spread. I’ve tried poppies. Not much luck.

Thankfully, though, if we get enough rain, we should have some decent wildflowers come summer.