We are fortunate to have a weekly newspaper called the Valley Voice and Echo. some time ago there was an article which begin with the a phrase I have borrowed for the title, now i can't really remember what the article was about, but the phrase has stuck in my head
My harvest of shards, collected while I spade in the leaves raked up last fall, and the contributions made to the compost over winter, apple peels and Brussels Sprout stalks, egg shells, which are often carried off by BlueJays and left in the crooks of trees or on the garage roof. the garden is tilled in now, and we have already enjoyed, spring onions and potato salad flavored with chive and lovage.
This has been a pleasant spring and I have been lucky to be able to spend much of it out side, winter is a dim memory, and I am watching each change in my little world. there are birds everywhere, singing their courting songs, scrounging for nesting material. I even found a few robin's egg shells at the base of a spruce tree.........
The drifts of daffodils are long spent and the last of the forsythia and quince flowers are just hanging on , each breeze sends apple blossom petals swirling like a fragrant snowstorm. today however feels like there could be a real snowstorm, thought that wouldn't be so unusual. The most beautiful Dahlias I ever saw were planted the day before a Mothers Day snowstorm.
Dog tooth violets and trillium are blooming and the trees are beginning to leaf out, the lawn needs mowing and, the hardware store has tomato and pepper plants for sale,
There will be fresh asparagus with tonight's meal. the next garden chore will be to plant the potatoes i saved for seed, they are growing well in a paper bag under the kitchen sink. time to put another layer of duct tape on my favorite flipflops.
So, now to make some ice tea and sit under the apple tree, there is much left to be done, but much more to be enjoyed.
