The last week of March, especially when the sun is out.
The earth is soft now, the crabgrass small and thinly rooted. When not weeding I am stripping the beds of dead matter, like the two azaleas I lost to drought. Those and a potted topiary boxwood are my biggest casualties from last summer.
On a healthier note, a daphne I planted ten years ago doubled in size -- this after years of sitting there, shivering. Also, as of noon yesterday, the year's first camellia!
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