Despite the beautiful weekend weather, parental duties (Go Knights! Hoya Saxa!) kept me out of town and out of the garden. Some of my favorite blue-flowered bulbs began spring celebrations in my absence. A line of grape hyacinths (Muscari sp.) interspersed with larkspur seedlings--a future blue--edges one bed.
On my little hill, a small wave of squills (Scilla siberica) is replacing the earlier tide of snowdrops.
After they bloom, I leave this area unmown until the Fourth of July. It's my twelve square feet of meadow.