Today is the day of mild 60's, chilly to touch, but the sun calls all the neighbours out to their scruffy yards, pale with winter's faded grass, moist around the muddy edges from recent rains. A green glow vibrates from grass roots up to the trees' swelling limbs, which bud with ruddy red leaves mirroring the cheeks of children hollering in the blue, blue air. The Carolinas are known for their blue skies, a peculiar quality of robin's egg colour highlighted by the white fluffies that drift on our coastal breezes.
I woke to the gruff whine of leaf blowers, answered the door to questions of "where do you find your truck loads of horse manure?"--which we had tried to hide under secondary loads of mulch--and felt a slight nod of pride towards the lord and master of the place who insisted upon doing all our spring yard cleaning a whole month earlier, before the March rains set in. A glance at our sad seedlings, pale and weak from--what? too little sun, no fertilizer in their peat pots, over watering?? --resets my gardening pride barometer; no largess of motivation substitutes for long term experience of growing and tending year in, year out.
4 comments:
Where do you get that horse manure?!!! That made me chuckle!
Bonnie
I have discovered that planting from seeds is a great challenge! It's as difficult as incubating eggs and caring for chicks. Just remember, it's all a Grand Experiment in our own little laboratories. (Wish you and your neighbors could come tote off some of the manure around here!)
Awww Kelly...you capture the splendor of our little cul-de-sac so well. Spring is a wonderous time.
For the record, those little peat pot greenhouses never worked well for us either...
How are your seddlettes doing these days? Mine are getting toughened up for transplant ... not sure they'll all make it but I'm putting in a good effort anyway!
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