This month gets my gardening engine revving up. The weather is warm enough to be outside, it rains frequently and keeps the plants watered, and everything is green and colorful.
I picked the last of the daffodills yesterday and have been enjoying them inside.
They smell wonderful, and I’m certainly encouraged to plant more this fall.
I can’t grow tulips because the squirrels and chipmunks eat them like snack food so I’ve learned to embrace the color yellow.
The grapes, asparagus, potatoes, cucumbers, watermelon, peas, and chard have all been planted.
Our last frost date this year is supposedly May 15. That is a couple of weeks earlier than usual, and some of our growing zones have changed around here. The neighboring town of Portsmouth has actually moved from Zone 5b to Zone 6.
I played it careful though and put large plastic juice bottles with the bottoms cut out and the tops off over the tender plants for a few days.
My friend, Sue, and I spent a busy morning Friday working at the County Nursing Home garden. This is one corner of the garden.
We divided perennials, planted some additional ones, weeded, and planted containers and window boxes.
Our highlight of the morning? A resident watched us for quite a while from the window and gave us a big wave. That one wave made all the loading, unloading, and hard work worth it.
I hope all the Mothers and those that mother had a wonderful Mother’s Day and had an opportunity to spend time with their loved ones.
We enjoyed some delicious whoopie pies made by the younger generation using the recipe of the older generation. Great grandma Sweet would be proud.
Some holidays have deeper meanings than others. Mother’s and Father’s Days provide a time for reflection. There are thoughts of first steps, first day of school, learning to ride a bicycle, dance classes, swim lessons, sporting events, weddings, and those much anticipated and beloved grandchildren. Good times, good memories.
Take care this week, and have a good one whether you’re relaxing or working inside or out.
Life is short and gets shorter with each year or so it seems. Stop to smell the roses or in this case check out the Bleeding Hearts. Happy Monday, friends.