Everyone is so into the Olympics lately but this gardener just doesn't have time for that. I have my own sport to begin training for..extreme gardening! It is about this time of year that I realize how out of shape I have become over the lazy winter. I was winded just pushing a wheelbarrow up my hill today-- with nothing in it! After a string of below average temps for the entire month of February I was revived by the 52 degree temp that greeted me post workday. (insert angels singing Hallelujah chorus here). Unwilling to waste a moment of daylight I enlisted my chief hole digger (aka Glen) and my chief soil tester (aka Pixie) and set about planting some bareroot trees and shrubs. Strike these off the growing to-do list...Grancy Greybeard (fringe tree), redbud tree, 3 burgundy glow barberry shrubs and a mockorange shrub. Here I am standing by the redbud looking all proud. I should get at least a bronze for today's accomplishment.