Yesterday, I planted 100 of the 200 daffodil bulbs I have left from fall. I know, I know, it's WAY too late to be planting bulbs. Ever since I bought these things at Brent and Becky's in December, the ground has either been saturated, frozen, or covered in snow. Yesterday was really the first day I could get out and plant. I doubt they'll do much this year, but at least they're not in the garage anymore.
Today, I spent most of the afternoon in the greenhouse potting roses. It's time to take the last of the rooted cuttings out of their propagation pots ...
... and transplant them into larger pots.
Having them in the larger pots takes up more space in the greenhouse, so I had to rearrange things to make more room. It's going to get pretty crowded in there by the time I'm finished repotting.
This little cutting of Applejack had a huge bud. After I snapped this photo, I plucked it off. The plant needs to direct its energy into making roots and leaves, not flowers.
Since the days are longer and the cuttings are showing new growth, it's time to start fertilizing them. My favorite fertilizer for young roses is this one. It has the extra added bonus of giving the greenhouse that fishy/seaweedy smell, just like mornings at the beach.
Some of my smaller garden roses that I'm wintering over in the greenhouse are showing lots of new growth already. I found these flowers on Climbing Lavender Lace.
After I finished in the greenhouse, Daniel and I played outside for a while. I think he enjoyed the sunshine more than I did. Here's a quick video of him playing with his squeekie ball (be sure you have your sound turned on.)
I feel as if I am so far behind in my preparation for the opening of the gardens and the nursery, but I will not dwell on this. The sun is shining and I have been outside enjoying it ... there's nothing better.