“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
~ Lao Tzu
The first day of spring means different things to different beings. To the geese in the opening photo, it’s about securing a mate for the season. A male wren is busily wooing his mate into our garage by building a nest on the pegboard and singing his song loudly every morning. Every year so far. The kids are hoping a She-Wren will see what a lovely spot it is and they’ll raise another brood that we can enjoy from a distance.
I already have my mate, and thank goodness those days are over. I move on, then to more important things on my list:
- change the blog header for something more…spring-y
- shave my legs before the shorts come on regularly
- wash windows and screens as a clean, unobstructed views outside is essential for mental health
- purge, purge, purge; if it ain’t gettin’ used, let it GO so that it can be again
And don’t forget to enjoy and soak it all in. Pretty soon, temps will be solidly back in triple digits.
Then there’s the garden. Oh, how I’ve missed it. Being away from the house most of last year relegated the plant-able area to a mere 4-ft x 4-ft mound. Today, it looks more like Sanford and Sons than an edible wonderland.
After flipping the compost pile in November (to make way for the annual tree prunings and chippings), all I planted were what few edibles I could find at the time. What is there, however, is thriving!
Cabbage, brussels sprouts, and swiss chard all doing what they do, without my micro-managing. Alas, we lost one of the two blueberries last year (from absent neglect), so a replacement was found. These bushes require cross-pollination in order to fruit, and with both shrubs loaded with blossoms, it’s looking to be a rockin’ blueberry crop.
Fig, plum, and peach trees have already budded and flower, and the peach has set fruit. Even the creek is full of water, a very good sign for the coming year.
When I flip the compost at the end of this month, tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers — seedlings in my kitchen — will be planted all around that area — taking advantage of the nutrient-and-organism-infused soil — and the spring garden will have officially sprung.
New this year is a long-anticipated herb garden, seeded with cilantro, basil, sage, dill, and parsley. I’ve split off some chives and leeks near the same area, and my mother is sharing some of her onions with me. Plant love through love-and-sharing. My fav.
Every week, I routinely patrol the curbs in my hood to collect as much pre-bagged organic curb waste as I can [comfortably] manage to put in the [junk]yard until such time I’ll need it — mostly in the form of leaves and shrub trimmings. Once the green kicks in, I can begin building the keyhole garden I’ve been dying to do since I discovered it in 2012. The spot has been chosen and the kids are eager to get to work.
There is also the beginnings of the espalier orchard that never got finished due to the remodel. So far, a satsuma orange, navel orange, and pomegranate await their homes from the back porch in their containers. Not wanting to take on too much at once this year (been there, done that), we will expand the espalier slowly to a final 150-ft length.
Dream, dream, dream.
Happy Spring, everyone!
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