|Iris cristata and Trilliums|
at the end of May?
This morning I paused a moment to admire the trilliums and iris cristata blooming at the edge of our back patio. I sniffed the perfume of the lilac in full glory along the driveway. And I admired the tenacious hellebores that have continued to flower since the snow melted in early March.
The problem is, I did all these things this morning, and this morning is May 29. The iris and lilac should have ceased blooming three weeks ago. The hellebore should have gone dormant by now.
|Yes, I know I'm lucky...but 49 degrees?|
Oh, and the temperature outside is 49 degrees. And, according to this morning’s Globe, it has rained 22 out of the first 29 days of the month (and more rain is expected today).
There’s a cute joke about the weather on Cape Cod: that monthly calendars have headers that read, ‘January, February, March, March, March, March, July…’. And, it has the ring of truth: the cold Atlantic waters keep the region’s spring weather cool and damp. But I live in the temperate Boston suburbs, 60 miles from Cape Cod. What’s going on?
|The lilacs ought to have passed by now|
But then I go visit our vegetable garden… or what ought to be our vegetable garden. By the end of May we should be up to our knees in lettuce and spinach. We should be picking peas and coaxing green beans. Instead, our garden looks like we planted it last week – which is also not too far from the truth.
|Phlox at the end of May?|
I realize these are ‘high-class problems’. “Awww, your garden isn’t producing. Would you like to come bail out my basement or cut up the tree on my roof?”
The old saw is that ‘If you’re not killing plants, you’re not gardening’. I guess I’d prefer to see my plants croak the usual way: because I over-watered them, stepped on them, or failed to give them the proper nutrients. Freezing to death at the end of May? Now that’s just cruel…