Mr. Jefferies has still not recovered from the trauma of being abandoned outside. The cuteness is breaking my heart. If we go outside, and I make one footstep in the direction of the house, he takes off on a gallop to the door. It's so pathetically adorable and adorably pathetic, I can hardly stand it.
We both thank you for all your messages of love and concern and commiseration.
It's ridiculously warm here, and the day before yesterday the plum trees suddenly burst into bloom. I think they are more or less on schedule, but really it would be more normal for us to have a crippling, icy, sleety, tree-limb-breaking, car-sliding-off-the-driveway-and-stuck, swearing-like-a-mofo snowstorm just about now.
Instead, it's been 80 degrees for several days, then cooled down to 60 yesterday -- both temps well above normal for this time of year. It was very windy, so I was worried that the trees would not be pollinated. What few bees there are left in this poor sick world wouldn't be out in that heavy wind. But after work yesterday I went out and found both trees alive with activity. There were a (very) few bees, and a lot of those strange bee-impersonating flies, and about a dozen beautiful butterflies on each tree.
And in other bizarre garden news, get a load of my spinach (underneath the critter-discouraging pop-up net from Gardener's Supply, which sadly no longer seems to be available, but they have these instead):
And the beet and Swiss chard seeds I planted on Sunday have already germinated. If we don't have a horrible drought or another blizzard on July 4th or something, I'll be surprised. Things are freakish, but I will be a very bad Vermonter and admit that I can't say I mind the warmth and good gardening weather right at the moment.
I did appreciate the visit to my blog and comment by a Gardener's Supply personage the other day. After about 7 or 8 years of blogging about their products and probably sending them thousands of dollars of business (well, hell, spending thousands of dollars there myself, even), someone finally noticed. But I'm not bitter. KIDDING! (Does that mean I'm kidding that I'm not bitter, or kidding that.... oh, never mind.)
I'll just do the Pioneer Woman thing and say, "They didn't pay me to say this or give me anything. Not ONE THING. Not even a coupon or anything! In fact, they don't even know I exist," and in my case I'd be telling the absolute troofth. <---------Read that in Edith Ann's voice.