Wednesday, May 05, 2021

tiny white blossoms

A garden is like a book -- you can never finish writing it. There is always another edit, a correction, a change of words. (Don't I know it! Ask me why I'm sitting on the last ten pages of my book and refusing to push it all out the door!) Still, getting everything into the ground is like sending off the first draft. And slowly but quite surely I am getting it all into the ground. Sure, there are the loose ends: eight more perennials today, some of them targeted for my "meadows in progress" -- these aren't really flower beds but spaces in the young orchard and the wedding field (because there was once a wedding tent here) where I want to encourage wild flowers and natives to compete with the quack grass and creeping charlie. And a few more stragglers came with the post, but nothing that a few hours over the weekend wont fix. Too, I have seeds -- I'm late with those, considering the good weather this year. I'll put those in by Sunday for sure.

And so by Mother's Day (this coming Sunday!), I expect to be mainly done with planting. 

 

If you think I've been too wrapped in garden thoughts lately, wait til you see today's photos. Only two of them have nothing to do with the (blooming!) crab apple. But this is what you do when you grow and love flowers: you lose yourself completely in nature's offerings of the day. And today, and perhaps still tomorrow, and if we are lucky then the next day as well nature is spotlighting for us the magnificent blooming crab.













What of my life outside the garden? Well, there was breakfast (lilies of the valley are exploding right now!)...




And in the afternoon I Zoomed with my Polish friends. It's good to know that they are moving ahead with the vaccination regiment. All of them (their children too) have had at least one shot.

Still later I drove out to the greenhouses up the road to pick up some filler for a few of my pots. Oh, sorry. That's a gardening topic. I promised a pause with that. So let me move straight up to the beautiful and calm evening. Ed is out biking, I am on Face Time with Primrose.




I don't think I went back to my garden after that, but I really don't remember. Head up in the clouds all day, filled with tiny white blossoms.




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