It has been a good, long spring, with a nice transition of temperatures from cold to cool, and no real heat just yet. This is the time that I do a lot of physical stuff outside, and even that is a gentle kind of work. I don’t push too hard, but know that it will soon be too hot to get these things done. Things like moving loads of pine needles, leaves and grass clippings from the pile way out back to the flower beds and garden paths, compost from the compost pile to the garden beds, and picking up tons of sticks and pine cones and tossing those onto the burn pile.
And then there will be planting. The little seedlings in my mini-greenhouse aren’t doing much. If a few survive I’ll be lucky. I don’t know what happened to them, but I think they’re confused by the cold-ish nights. On nights that are forecast to be down in the thirties, I bring the whole thing inside, since it’s very portable. I have to believe that when the warm nights come, they’ll start to wake up and put out better roots.
The iris at the top is one of a bucketful of bulbs that my sister gave me last fall from her yard. The pansies are in two big pots, still here since Thanksgiving. Pansies are amazingly tough and can stand a lot of cold temps.
Meanwhile, the garden is waking up as well. The fall plants that have wintered over are starting to grow greener and taller. We still have plenty of beets, red mustard, onions, and garlic, and the English peas that we planted in February are starting to climb up the trellises and are blooming.
Soon I’ll have to get the beets out of the ground and deal with those so I’ll have room for peppers and cucumbers in their place. By dealing with the beets I mean pickling them. That will require me to set aside a day. By the way, I save as many of the beet greens as I can by using up the small leaves in salads and freezing the rest for sauteeing and soups. Not much of anything goes to waste in my organic garden.
More art — just not the kind that’s done in a studio.