The Bradford pear trees have been blooming in all of their glory for the last two weeks, but today the blooms are losing their white petals and they look like snow piling up along the curbs of the roads and like snow flakes flying through the air.  And then they will be gone...they do their once a year thing--like the daffodils.   

It is time for the redbuds.   They are always in bloom on my birthday.  People start calling me to wish me a Happy Birthday when the first blooms appear. This year they are early. But I’ll take a “Happy Birthday” whenever I get it.

My yard person is coming this afternoon to get the flower beds in order for spring.  He will trim back all the shaggy branches of the shrubs, mulch and top off the Crepe Myrtles.  And I will plant parsley.  That will be the extent of my gardening this year.  Just enough to keep me in Tabouli greens.  If Lowes gets asparagus in, I’ll plant some of that as well.  But it takes three years of growing before you can pick it.  It’s an insurance policy--that I’ll be around in three years!!!