For the last week of so, we’ve been plagued by a invasion of my least favorite kind of spider: spiders-who-lurk-under-things-and-then-dart-menacingly. Oh lordy, I do not enjoy these creatures. In the past few days, spiders have darted out from the following places: under my computer mouse, under my laptop, under a magazine, inside a binder, and the.worst.possible.place: from inside the folds of the shower curtain.
Have I mentioned that I do not enjoy these encounters?
But Spring is almost here – it actually rained yesterday, instead of snowing! – so I’m hoping these new friends move outside soon. Where they belong. Because otherwise, I will squarsh them. Squarsh them dead.
Okay, I’m getting the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it. Let’s move on.
Last fall, I planted over a hundred flower bulbs: tulips, daffodils, and hyacinths (my favorite!). I have no idea how they’ll fare at 7,800 feet, but I figured it was worth a try.
And look! Tulips!
They’ve been a little nibbled and they’re growing slowly, but they seem to be surviving. I’m crossing my fingers that they still produce a flower or two.
And what’s that adorable little sprout-baby in the background?
Three adorable little hyacinths! I hope they’re purple.
I planted an entire bed of daffodils in the front yard, so let’s go see how they’re doing.
No wait, look!
Just two little sprouts, barely out of the ground. It’s still early, so I’m hoping that the yesterday’s rain and tomorrow’s warm temperatures start to work their magic. The trees will start to bud out, the lilac will bloom, and all these little sprout-babies will burst into color.
Unless, of course, it snows again.
*On a completely unrelated note, take a moment to go read this post over at Hyperbole and A Half. Sometimes, spiders really are everywhere, and Allie nailed the experience with her usual honesty, clarity, and humor. Cheers, lady – hang onto the happy.