So a week later I went into the back yard to bring my seeds in over night in anticipation of frost (April 15!) and found them turned over and flung about by the wind.
At my age, it takes a lot to make me cry, so I wailed and then gathered up as much stuff as I could and shoved it back into the pots. A few seedlings clung to their pots but the rest will be guesswork now since I won’t know what the heck any of the things are until they produce more than one set of leaves.
Ho, hum. Such is the life of the apprentice horticulturist.
But on a happier note, Iain and Tim built two huge boxes in the field at ELgin for our veggies this year. The boxes ar each 12” by 3” and they will have netting protecting them from any marauding small or medium wildlife. We forgot to take pictures.
After a week of blue skies it’s hard not to feel as if Spring is really on its way. Last Sunday I planted almost 100 little seed pots with the seeds that arrived from Vesey’s some time ago. So now begins the period of hopeful waiting and all I can do is watch the naughtly squirrels nibble at any plant that shows itself in the front garden.
I took a walk with Bridget this morning. It was beautifully clear and the air was clean and cool. The mist hung heavy in Bruce’s field across the road. On the ground, the dew was scattered among the blades of grass.
We crossed the road and headed past Bruce’s barn. In the morning light, the old structure seemed somehow fossilized and isolated against change. The air was still and there were no clouds above.
Circling back, we came upon a copse of trees. In the copse, a stand of birch sprouted proudly towards the sky. A lone woodpecker was looking for breakfast.
Finally, we crossed the road and headed up past our field. As we passed it on the left, I turned and took this shot.
