Our lawn seems to be the last remaining spot of winter on our street. It is quickly receding, or reseeding. Small clumps of ground ivy are appearing, anxious to push up and take over before we have a chance to get out there with the tools. Good spring weeds. Full of energy and life, while I love to see them, I hate to remove them. But I know they just wait for their chance to spring up again.
In the South garden, I need to get out and prune back a rampant climbing rose. Its thorns are huge, and I need to gear up to tackle this monster. Nearby, small crocuses lift their delicate heads, and take in the late afternoon sun.