Garden Daybook 5/7/14

tree root pond 400

It has been a difficult week with Mom in the hospital. She is home and more comfortable but we have to keep her “under surveillance”. For a bit of quiet time I took a walk along our tree line and out to the woods. I found this tiny pool of still water in a circle of tree roots and thought of the words in a favorite poem by Wendell Barry  The Peace of Wild Things    His words are a comfort when I sit in the quiet of the woods.

I also took lots of pictures of ‘spring’ around our small farm to share with my Mom and I thought that, to keep things simple this week, I would share some of them with you.

bosco merriweather and girls 400

I don’t know why but when I see our chickens out and about I smile. I love to hear them cackle and crrrr. This is our rooster Bosco Merriweather and three of his girls patrolling the yard for insects.

asparagus bed with garlic 400

I have decided that I have picked the last of the asparagus. I want the rest of the spears to grow and make fronds to feed the roots. This bed has been infested with asparagus beetles for 2 years and the roots are weakened. I have been treating the larvae and beetles with Spinosad and I think I am winning.  This summer I will spray again if necessary and feed the bed with lots of compost. To the left you can see a row of garlic, planted last October. The small seedlings spreading through the spears are self-seeded Calendula. Calendula is supposed to help in the fight against Asparagus Beetles – we’ll see!

5 7 14 walking path 400

This is my walking path to the the far woods. I took this picture so I would remember how far along spring was in early May 2014. The leaves are just pushing green and the ground is already covered with new growth. As I walked I  could feel the  dampness in the air  and hear the tap of Woodpeckers and the Cardinals calling  “pretty,pretty, pretty”.  This path envelops me with nature and takes me for a short get-away when I need one.

5 7 14 wild strawberries

What you cannot see in the picture of the path is that the ground is covered with wild strawberries in bloom. Wild strawberries take me back to my childhood when we would hunt them in the field next to our house. We would shout “bonanza!” when we found a patch and then pick fast so we would not have to share too many. Red stained fingers from eating small, seedy wild berries were a part of every spring.

5 7 14 violets in the lawn 400

Violets! Hundreds of them spreading through the back yard! They are a gift every spring and it feels decadent to walk through them.  Our “lawn” is a mass of grass, violets, dandelions, chicory, veronica, ground ivy and who knows what else. I love it!

5 7 14creeping phlos 400

Creeping Phlox. A common plant you say?  Maybe.  My patch of phlox was started from a tiny piece given to me by my Aunt Mema. She is no longer with us but when these flowers open their  lavender petals I think of her. I have sweet memories of being with her in her backyard in Lorain, following her instructions and digging plants for my gardens.  “Take more, Francie, take more” she would always tell me.  I am so glad I took the time to collect this simple flower. I think that memory flowers are gifts that keep on giving.

5 7 14forget me nots400

My patch of Forget-me-not is in full bloom.  The blues in these tiny flowers shine in the shade along a path to the vegetable garden.  Their carpet of blue is slowly spreading under a Viburnum and between Hostas and it is beautiful. When I see the gardens begin to bloom I cannot comprehend why everyone does not want a garden of their own making. Go back and read through Wendell Barry’s poem and then, if you don’t already have a bit of garden, now might be the time to remedy that.  It’s spring!

Hey from the farm
Fran         The Country Cousin

 

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