Memorial Day

I am old enough (77) to remember when this was Memorial Day.

Here is my offering to the families and friends of those who have passed in this terrible pandemic.

I wish I could bring them to people but this is the best I can offer.

A friend once looked at a big bouquet on my kitchen table.
She asked, "Who sent the flowers?"
I replied, "God."
She said, "God never sends me flowers."
I said, "Well, you have to do the work."

Flowers make us feel better.

That is especially true when they have that extra something that makes us laugh.

Here are some bouquets I picked while praying for those lost souls, who are never lost to God.

Sharing My Floral Bounty

When the family was here, of course nothing was in bloom. I believe flowers are shy about coming out when people are here, like cats. They come out when only I can see them, hence the photos.

The most impressive of the spring flowers thus far are these silver white ruffly Iris. The pictures don't do them justice. I hang around them and drink in their fabulousness.

To get this kind of performance, I had to dig them up and replant them and then wait a year. It's something I may do only the once. They must be dead-headed daily to maintain all that beauty.

I've been eating so much wild asparagus that it's a wonder my skin hasn't turned green. I understand it is not easy being green.

The best asparagus turned out to be not the existing patch in the garden, but bunches here and there planted by birds that have snacked on the red seeds. So much for the gardening advice to dig a big trench, add manure and then fill it in as the little ferns grow.  I did that once at the farm. I tilled so deep that the Troy Bilt tiller was nearly lost.

I long for the wonderful soil I had there at the farm, lovely LOAM. I'm sure no one wants to hear me whine about the gooey soil I am coping with after all these rains. Sob.

I finally just "mudded" the plants in the garden, giving each tomato, pepper and lettuce a bit of my precious compost from last year's pile. Under the crusted soil is goo.

I miss friable soil but at least have the Perma bed on the mostly clay part of the garden.

The perennials are saving the day by coming up rain or shine. I have made a discovery that the difference between having more children than can be properly cared for and having too many flowers is the older children can help out with the youngest ones. Flowers have absolutely no desire to pitch in and lend a hand, because they don't have any. Thus I am over-extended.

The Wegelia has been reliably showy, but then wants to get a drastic trim so it will bloom again next spring. That is a big chore, but worth it. Now I can sit with morning coffee and watch the humming birds visit the blooms. Rich, beyond my wildest dreams.

Each day brings more blooms. The peonies are next, so I have the camera at the ready.

Confined to Ten Acres

At last, winter is over and I can get back to gardening. I'm dreadfully sorry for everyone's situation at present, but thought I might just check in, in case anyone was wondering what became of me.
After commuting two hours daily for years, I am content to stay home for long stretches, so it isn't a great hardship on me. Of course, I am worried about relatives who work in a grocery store and my son works at a warehouse deemed essential.

Every couple of weeks, my grown kids are bringing me groceries even as we keep our distance from one another. The farmers passing by give me big waves, even when I'm in the living room. My place is close to the road, but I somehow thought everyone went by so fast they didn't see me. Apparently not.

The hens have started laying, more eggs than I can eat. They are in clover.

While waiting for the ground to ever dry out, I have been knitting for a school whose students really need warm winter duds. In fact, knitting was the only thing I could do for a couple of weeks into the pandemic. I made these two smaller sizes of socks with leftover yarn ball ends. I never throw out yarn. I learned the double cuff hat technique from verypink.com. I will ship the collection in late October. I just keep knitting because it is calming and there is a use for my embarrassingly large stash.

April has been full of wild weather, including snow after one day of eighty-five degrees.

For privacy from the road, I have this lovely field and pond. It's rather a large secluded spot, one of many places I can knit and listen to the frogs and birds. I mowed it with the self-propelled push mower with the bagger to get the wonderful leaf-grass mix.  Then I hauled two big cart loads on the lawn tractor up to the garden for mulch. This is one of the only level spots on the place and would be great for a garden if it weren't so shady in summer.

What I've been doing is what I always do at this time of year, weeding and mowing and enjoying the beautiful spring green color everywhere.

The winged seeds on the two big maples are gearing up for a bumper crop. I believe they are genetically programmed to all wind up in my gutters.

After the snow, I rescued some daylilies and irises out front from rampant larkspur, already growing like the weed they have become. It all started when I tossed out some bouquets of larkspur.

I left a few at the back to grow tall and start the takeover again next year. The white blooms are Star of Bethlehem, which grow from bulbs. They are a native wildflower that  create a great wad of bulbs, apparently overnight.

The fences are to keep the hens from scratching up the mulch under the daylilies. This is the first year I didn't order more daylilies because I finally have ENOUGH. I do love them, though.

It rains seemingly every other day, making it impossible to till the early garden. I did get the broccoli and cabbage plants tucked in a section of the garden that I started as a Perma bed last fall. Bagged leaves did a good job of breaking down over the winter and are now full of earthworms, bless their little hearts, if any.

Morels are luring me into the deep woods.Another rain should encourage some more to pop up.

Yesterday, I was able to run Tille on the hillside garden. I planted three Regale Lilies and some gladioli. It's all very exciting.