I hope this Monday finds you with a trowel in one hand and seed packets in the other. I know I will be as soon as I get my chores out of the way.
The fountain was up and running just in time for Easter. I think I still want it to bubble up a bit more, but that’s just an adjustment or two. I also need more rocks for the area beneath. I must find the time to buy another bucket load tomorrow after I drop Bear off at school. I’m finishing up a magazine article, and it takes preference.
Did your family members ever pinch your cheek and say you were growing like a weed? Well, the green onions at my house are growing about as fast as a twelve-year-old boy. However, I’ve promised not to pinch their leaves. It would be rude.
We have tiny lettuce leaves springing up everywhere. I planted some in the potager and more in the gardens down low. All are up, but still very small. Every year, I’m amazed at the changes in a garden which can occur within a week. My peas are growing, and I need to get the pea fence staked behind them. I am still watching the weather before I plant tomatoes outdoors. As you know, Oklahoma’s last spring freeze date is April 20, and we are fifteen days away from that. If we have a late freeze now, it would be devastating to the shrubs and perennials already blooming. For example, the peonies are up about eight inches and have small buds on them. I don’t want to miss them for a second year in a row.
By the way, Jan at Thanks for Today is having a sustainability contest for Earth Day. It’s open to all bloggers, and the details are on her blog. With garden and writing projects, I don’t have time to enter, but I wanted to pass the information along to all of my blogging friends in case they might want to win a rain barrel, or gloves, or a CobraHead weeder. I have a Fiskars rain barrel, and I can attest to its durability and functionality. I also have a CobraHead weeder, and I love it.
The garden has that fresh washed look you only get in spring, and as I walk about taking photos, I can’t believe how blessed I am to be a gardener and also your friend.
This series of letters are between Carol of May Dreams Gardens, Mary Ann of Gardens of the Wild, Wild West and me. We’re conversing across the miles about the growth of our gardens. Won’t you join us?