Last week was the coldest week that I remember in quite a while. There was snow and the wind chill was in negative digits for days. Actual temperatures dipped into lower single digits. The ground was frozen solid. I know that because two days ago I tried unsuccessfully to transplant a rose.
Yet, today the temperature was in the 40’s and I transplanted several roses; dug holes to set posts for arbors; etc. As I scratched around, I noticed that the forsythia was beginning to bud and several of my spring bulbs have begun to edge upward.
While I am tempted to take these brave soldiers inside and to force their early bloom, I have decided to wait for the absolute rush that I know is moving close behind.