Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The force of Spring


Oh, spring came to my garden
And caught it unaware
Wearing just a few old leaves
And a dejected air.

But when spring left my garden,
Its work so deftly done,
Many, many daffodils
Were dancing in the sun.
-Velma D. Bates


It's amazing the difference of a just few days when the sun finally does come out. I took the picture above a week ago, and this is what the garden looked like yesterday.

It was a warm, sunny weekend in Seattle and Easter Sunday was beautiful. I put a ham and some scalloped potatoes in the oven for our dinner and then spent the afternoon outside.

Spring is the nicest time of year to work like a dog. Summer will soon turn into weeding and watering chores, and then Fall is just hard, dirty cleanup. But at this perfect season on a perfect April day, everything is fresh and green and favorite bulbs are blooming like magic. The glossy allium plants that have been thriving in the same spot for decades are shooting up their amazing flower stalks. Spring is like seeing good old friends again.


Of course there is a tendency for the gardener to get carried away and then need an Advil. This view is looking down from the front porch into the little corner where John likes to sit before dinner on warm afternoons. We call it his wine garden.

I should have taken a before picture, because the pretty stones were covered with old bark, Christmas tree needles, dirt and weeds. On Sunday I got the sudden idea I would clean it up, which of course turned into a big project. I yanked all the stones out, raked and leveled the ground (somewhat) then laid them down again in a few minutes without thinking. They fit back together like an easy jigsaw puzzle. If I had tried hard and fussed to do it perfectly, it probably would have taken me all afternoon. As it is, I think they look pretty good.

Nothing ever grows in that dry, dark corner of the house, so I transplanted some of the awful "baby tears" ground cover that has invaded every flower bed. Since I can't get rid of it, I might as well put it to good use somewhere. So the space is all ready for John's new garden bench, and his summer buddy is waiting.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Happy Easter

Nova's first Easter, 2010
8 months old
Nova's second Easter, 2011
She was still a baby last year!


And if there are any doubts that time is flying by...here she is at an Easter egg hunt yesterday in Twisp.


Saturday, April 7, 2012

Coconut cake #2

This is what a 7,190 calorie cake looks like.
I'm not kidding.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Lost is found

On the very top shelf in the outdoor shed, laid carefully in this long bucket used to ice wine bottles at parties. Way back in October when I stashed the bottles away, I was not being Mindful.

Anyway. Tonight is the Full Pink Moon of April. According to the Farmer's Almanac, the name might come from pink phlox, one of the earliest spring flowers. Other names for April's full moon include the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and among eastern coastal tribes the Full Fish Moon, because this was the time when shad swam upstream to spawn. I have never eaten shad, but had my share (and then some) of fried smelt growing up.

Today of course is Good Friday. Yesterday John bought me a lovely potted Easter lily at the Metropolitan Market which was a nice surprise. It doesn't seem like Easter without an Easter lily. I have a long to-do list today. A coconut cake to bake; the windows are still dirty. And then at the hardware store, I went crazy at the half-off bulb sale and created more work for myself. Now I have to figure out where to plant another 50 gladiolus, 4 cannas and 6 begonias.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Has anyone seen my bottles?

I'm not sure how a person can misplace an entire boxful of blue bottles, but there you have it. I put the bottle tree up in the garden yesterday afternoon, and then drew a complete blank on where I stored the bottles over the winter for "safe-keeping." John is finding this amusing. Of course they're around here somewhere, it isn't like we live in a mansion and I'll probably find them when I finally stop looking. As the Buddhists say: the greatest effort is not concerned with results.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Glad sights

Glad sight wherever new with old
Is joined through some dear homeborn tie;
The life of all that we behold
Depends upon that mystery.

William Wordsworth

My nice friend Susie found this weathered birdhouse chair at a craft market and she brought it over last week. It looks like it has always been here. The chair is not sturdy for sitting, although Nova will probably try. Old things look better than shiny new things in our very rustic garden.

Speaking of the garden, you can see it's borderline between "country casual" and "messy" right now, with the scale tipping over to the messy side. Even in nice weather (which we have not had) April is the hardest time to keep things tidy. Many little bulbs have met an untimely end when I've accidentally whacked them off while weeding with my Japanese hoe. A wonderful invention, but lethal in the hands of a Spring-crazed Aries gardener.



We are waiting patiently for the nice weather that's been promised for later this week. Hail was beating at the windows last night, and we're back in the 30's this morning. Sigh.