Spring in the Gulag

Unwilling to wait for the calendar's recognition, Spring went ahead and sprung already in the Gulag Garden. The first signs are my as yet unpruned roses setting forth new stalks and fat buds. Further proof is my rosemary shrub.

Rosemary - looking good!

Equally tickling is that last year's Chia (Salvia columbariae) did in fact reseed itself and one of the tiny plants has the most adorable little Who-ville thingmabob from which future flowers will sprout.

New Chia Pets in a wine barrel
I am so inspired by the new growth I think it's time for me to - get outside and join in on the fun. My chickens do their best to mess with the garden. My birds consider new fressia leaves to be quite tasty. They also enjoy pulling up my oriental lily bulbs - not to eat, just to toss around. *sigh* Oh well. There are still autumn leaves all over the patio and a lot of chicken poop. I guess I should stop typing and get busy and start sweeping up the poo n' dead leaves.

Fressias putting up new flowers from
stems that escaped the chickens