Tuesday, February 7, 2023
A Beheaded Aconite
Even this early in the season we have some floral activity in the garden.
First, I was happy to see this little winter aconite peeping above the leaf cover and blooming. We planted several of them years ago and as far as I know this is the only survivor. And it's a good thing I photographed it when I did, because the next day Olga trampled it and broke it off at the base. Argh!
(There are other little green leaf sprouts around the bulb so I think it may bloom again.)
The snowdrops have come up and have started to open. These are the bulbs I was protecting from the tree trimmers a few weeks back.
And our daffodils are up and have bright yellow buds. They have a tendency to get floppy, which is why I put a little harness around them. I've heard that comes from planting the bulbs too shallowly, but these pre-date our tenancy so I'm not responsible. The buds are now bigger than when I took this picture a few days ago, but we still don't have any fully open daffodils.
Work has already been hard this week. I am locked in a battle of wills with a mob of about 20 9th Grade boys who colonize a corner of the library every day during lunch and breaks. I wouldn't mind if they did something purposeful, or at least weren't obnoxious, but they're 9th Grade boys so of course they just watch videos, play games, eat illicit snacks and make noise. They sprawl all over the floor and make it impossible for anyone to get to the shelves. I wish they had somewhere else to hang out -- because believe me, they're not interested in books at all -- but our school, although rich in most resources, is sadly lacking in unassigned space. I'm trying to let them do their thing but yesterday (for example) they were eating M&Ms, despite the fact we don't allow food in the library, and they just pissed me off. I threw one of them out and threatened to do the same to two more, and they're at that age when they have a smart-ass answer for everything.
I'm specifically NOT a parent because I didn't want the responsibility, and here I am overseeing dozens of kids at a time. Ironic, isn't it? How did this become my life?