Sunday, April 22, 2018

Robert didn't know everything...


"Something doesn't love a wall,"
said Frost, but gardeners do.
It needn't be too wide or tall,
it just requires a few
stones neighbored judiciously
and bedded firm and true
to keep your plantings on the hill
when April rains wash through.

 

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Upside, downside...


Delighting in those first warm days of spring when Simon and I can work out in the "summer office." A little April sunshine can bring to light all those dark tales that have been burrowing into the brain through the winter.

The downside to spring is that I'm getting reacquainted with my seasonal allergies. I'm not sure if they really get a little worse each year, or if I forget in the winter cold just how bad they were last spring.

Still, a small price to pay for a season in paradise. I'll keep my eye-drops handy and enjoy the show.

Friday, April 20, 2018

Arisaema triphyllum...


In April, when the Laurel starts to bloom, we go out into the Wild Corner to look for Jack-in-the-Pulpit. He's always preaching there, right on schedule, whatever the weather. 

I'm partial to the plant's other name, Brown Dragon. Some folk wouldn't be comfortable having a dragon living in their yard, but we'd miss Jack. It wouldn't quite be spring without him


 

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Just in time...


The Laurel bloomed in the Wild Corner, just in time to catch the freeze Monday night. I met this one Monday afternoon while they were still hopeful. Is there any among us who cannot sympathize with a painful case of bad timing?

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Celeste...


There's summer figs and there's winter figs. I have a lavish of fondness for both. The Main Muse found a deal on-line for Celeste seedlings and ordered three, which should arrive any day.now.


Among my favorite memories of our former life down the mountain- picking those early figs ahead of the birds. Looking forward now as much as I'm looking back.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Spring falls...


Spring falls upon us like sweet rain,
puddles in the low places, the neediest,
a creeping flood that fills the hollows,
climbs the ridges day by day until
the last dregs of winter, floating upward
upon the green, dissolve in April blue.

Monday, April 16, 2018

Blood Moon...


What we're reading at our house right now, Blood Moon, John Sedgwick's object lesson about how leaders consumed by their own personal hatreds render their nation easy prey. Non-fiction that reads like a novel, or like this morning's newsfeed.