Thursday, March 17, 2011
I always get excited about seeing new life. Today the snowdrops not only poked through the snow, but the snow continued melting until they were free and ready to open.
I miss the show I got last year when the snow melted and the pansies were all ready blooming. I will be sure to plant some again this year.
And I am hope the crocuses open and get a chance to show off again this year before the local bunnies find them and have a feast.
I had a few that made it last year and the bees enjoyed them.
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Sunday, March 13, 2011
When we finished on the reserve we bought a mobile home on a tiny lot and I immediately got rid of all the grass to satisfy my garden craving.
But it wasn't quite enough, so I got a 10 x 30 ft garden plot across the street, and helped a daughter with another.
This year spring fever hit me hard. I offered to help one of my daughters revamp a small garden bed, another daughter is going to let me work in her big back yard adding some of my own plants and making the beds bigger, and the twelve year old across the lane wants me to help her start a garden in front of her trailer.
I may be as busy this year as when I had the big garden in Paisley.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The other day I told my husband that I wished I had a little piece of land with some chickens and a cow and plenty of space to garden.
The only problem is that I could barely handle it twenty years ago when we had exactly that. I worked at the market garden from before dawn to after dusk; we could never find where the chickens hid the eggs; the cow broke out of her stall and got into the corn mash and died, and the flowers got eaten by the goats.
I never had the time I would have needed to putter in a flower garden anyway.
At sixty two and sixty nine years old, I doubt that we could do much better than we did back then when we were in our prime.
I do long for my own little piece of Heaven, but at sixty two I guess I can hold off a few more years and wait until I get to garden in the real thing.
In the mean time I do have a little bit of Heaven - sort of. The weeds do keep coming up and the rose leaves do get eaten by the nasty little green worms, but beyond all that there is just a teeny tiny glimpse of what Heaven must be like.