In the garden today, it is very breezy bordering on windy. While I tidied things, I took some photos of what it looks like on this second, very warm day. Yesterday was 88°F which is about ten degrees warmer than it should be this time of year. Today is a repeat with the wind added in for extra measure. Honestly though, I am enjoying the heat as I stop to pull weeds, or tuck in a plant that heaved itself out of the soil. We are supposed to get yet another cold front tomorrow night with lows in the 30s. This makes me want to curse like a Greek fisherman. I’m not sure if Greek fishermen curse, but I like to think they do especially when the weather won’t cooperate. Fishing, like gardening, depends upon good weather.
The daylilies are all very fine in their foliage. So are the roses and peonies. The tree peonies are blooming which is a miracle considering how many late freezes we’ve had. I have a theory about why the garden isn’t in worse shape. Because spring has been so slow in coming, plants have unfurled their leaves over a long period of time. Not much is blooming. Only the early spring crowd. We’re down to the last of the late bulbs, and I’ve never seen the tulips prettier. As for the Spanish bluebells, they are spectacular. I’ve never grown them before, and I don’t know how well they will return.
Everything is doing a slow dance through spring, and that’s just fine. I only wish I hadn’t planted so many tropical foliage plants in pots and elsewhere. I ordered more row covers for them, and these should arrive from Amazon by tomorrow.
My greenhouse is supposed to be here Thursday or Friday. Bartlett Bench is shipping it today. We are bringing a skid-steer with forklift attachment to the house tomorrow in readiness. I’ve wanted a greenhouse for so long, and it will soon be a reality. Bill is excited at the prospect of building it. He loves projects. My son has offered to help although he also mentioned that I’m obsessed with flowers.
“Guilty,” I said, “along with vegetables and fruits. Don’t forget those.” I then reached up to ruffle his hair. When did he get to be taller than I? I find, like Mary, I often “treasure these moments and ponder them in my heart.” My children, along with the garden, are growing into mature adults. Diva is twenty. Bear is fourteen, and neither of their nicknames fit them anymore. They’ve cast them off like old clothes. My son, Brennan, long ago quit being an air soft warrior. Megan studies social work at the University of Oklahoma, and Bear, the youngest, who is still going to be home with me for four more years, is growing tall like a young sapling.
Time does fly.
I need to plant the sunflower seeds in the vegetable garden. I’ve held off on the bean seeds, but soon, they must be planted too. We are in the crazy days of late spring where everything must be done at once. There is no time to spare, and I have two children graduating on the same day in May. I need a boost of Vitamin B. Instead, I’ll just say a little prayer and hold on. What must get done will, and what doesn’t didn’t matter so much anyway.
Happy spring everyone. I hope your weather isn’t as crazy as mine.