To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is itself to succumb to the violence of our times.
We have been given the gift of mild weather here on the Eastern Shore over the past two days. The sun has been shining down upon us, the breeze has been gentle, and the temperatures have been warm for this time of year.
Yesterday and today I spent some time outside in my scrounger’s garden cleaning up and getting ready for spring planting. Instead of clearing things in the fall, I left the zinnias and weeds from last season so the birds could enjoy the seeds. It looks like they appreciated the zinnia seeds. There were not many left on the heads of the dried plants.
Some sort of green ground cover has been growing throughout the winter, spreading out across the flower beds. I’ll work on turning that into the ground soon. I am amazed by the condition of the dirt in the scrounger’s garden. When I started (almost four years ago), it was clay and some of what I tried to grow out there didn’t survive long. Between the mulch and the addition of compost each year, I now I have a lovely, rich, dark soil.
The seed and bulb catalogs started arriving a few weeks ago. I need to sit down and make some decisions about what to plant in the scrounger’s garden this year. There will be zinnias, of course. The butterflies and hummingbirds have come to expect them and I wouldn’t want to disappoint the beautiful winged creatures who grace my garden with their presence. Instead of trying something new, I might add a few more lavender plants since those have been thriving. In fact, I think I’ll keep it simple with just those few things.
In the fall I want to work on planting more bulbs around the property. Since M has cleared out the cemetery, I think it would be a good place for hoards of daffodils. I thought about tulips, too, but they would probably get eaten. Someone keeps eating the few flowers I get on the one tulip I have in the scrounger’s garden. With all the rabbits and deer around here, I couldn’t possibly say who. But they know who they are.
M has been working in the vegetable garden. He found that the Swiss chard is growing again and picked a large bowlful of baby chard for us to have with our dinner yesterday. I think we’re going to expand the vegetable garden this year. Given the direction that our government is headed with the rollback of regulations and the possible demise of the EPA, we may be better off in the long run if we get back into the habit of growing as much of our food as possible. I will need to buckle down when it comes to preserving our harvests. I’ve slacked on that the past few years, mostly because it is so hot here during the harvest months and I am loathe to add more heat and humidity to the mix through canning. M thinks he has a solution to that. We’ll have to wait and see what it is.
The daffodils around the property have sprung up from the earth and have buds on them. I expect I’ll be seeing the crocuses soon. They have me thinking about spring cleaning. I might get an early start on it this year. Tomorrow, they say, the temperature will be in the 60’s. It will be a good day to open up the house and air things out.
I reckon that’s about it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch on this beautiful February day. Most of the photos were taken when I went to Assateague a week or so ago. I’m still sorting through the images and will likely bring more to you soon.
I’m going to watch the sunset from the Point this evening. It is scheduled for 5:32 PM, and it’s always on time. I’ll be there early as usual. Feel free to join me if you wish.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 111) The scent of the earth, and the feel of having my hands in the dirt again. 112) Turkey buzzards sunning themselves on the roof of the pavilion. 113) A hawk whistling in the woods. 114) Fresh chard from the garden. 115) The balm of nature, and the way it soothes the soul.