I'm borrowing Jane's tulips this year, and the lady up the street's daffodils, and once they bloom, the entire neighborhood's lilacs. It's odd, coming back to being primarily an observer of other people's gardens, while I start to make one here in New Hampshire. Coming back, because that's just about where I was fifteen years ago.
This diary, from 1992, and much of the rest of this collection, is full of notes about plants and gardens that, for the most part, weren't mine. These are notebooks from horticulture classes, and work logs from when I was gardening for a living, and another few years' worth of garden diaries, which, to be honest, are mostly empty. All together, though, they make up one of the best garden references I have. Their advice: If it's April, I'm supposed to be busy.
It's too soon to plant in the ground here: even if I had the brush cleared and beds ready, the soil is still very cold and wet. What's a gardener to do?