Dreaming in Green

This morning we woke up to find we’d received a fresh dusting of snow overnight. Pretty?  Yes. But it was difficult to detect any signs of green in the landscape. 


(Geranium cuttings biding their time on the kitchen window sill.)

C’mon Mother Nature! March is the month of things green.  For instance, Number One son’s birthday is on St Patrick’s Day, thereby painting the weekend with all things green…. Mostly an artificial green. 

Its the time to plant seeds in anticipation of this years garden. Onion, tomato and pepper. But those green are months away. 

So, I’m taking you back to last summer’s garden for an uplifting hit of that verdant shade. 


Some garden froth. 


A Beach Plum before it’s time. 


Garden thyme. 


A harvest of peas. 


Some Seyval Blanc. 

Tonight we observe Earth Hour. Just another way to get our “Green” on. 

And … last night’s dusting of snow had melted away during the day, confirming that we are on the other side of winter.  Greener days are ahead! 

WPC – it IS easy being green

Resilient

Spotted in late August, this little tomato plant is the best example of resilience I have seen in a while. 

I’m assuming the seed of a patio tomato fell from a nearby balcony, lodged itself in a space between the sidewalk and a foundation on a downtown street.  It then would have survived the freeze and thaw cycles of an icy North Atlantic winter.  It would have been tread upon and scraped over. 

Not only did it survive the Halifax winter (and “spring”!) but grew to blossom and even produce fruit on a shaded street that is dominated by massive urban building project. 

If this had been a wee spruce tree, or other native spicies, it would, perhaps have been a charming find.  But a tomato?  Here?  Impressive!  

My hat goes off to you little plant!  I hope the seed of one of those tomatos carries on your impressive will.  

Take a Breath, And Make a Wish …

“And about this grass now. I didn’t finish telling.

It grows so close it’s guaranteed to kill off clover and dandelions – 

Great God in Heaven! That means no dandelion wine next year!  That means no bees crossing our lot!  

You’re out of your mind, son.”              – Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (Green Town, #1)

Because our “lawn” started as a cow pasture, I don’t worry much about the plants that grow in it.  Consequently, I enjoy wild strawberries, Queen Anne’s Lace, vetch, clover and dandelions (to name a few) throughout out the year.  

Like school children, I welcome the cheerful yellow of the dandelion in spring.  And later I marvel at the tiny perfection of their seed heads.  And just when those ungainly stems threaten to spoil the look, a chickadee will land on one to feast on the seeds.  How light must a chickadee be, to stay perched on a dandelion stem?  Or, perhaps the dandelion is stronger than it looks.

A Fine Day


It started out foggy here this morning. You can see the fog is still laying off shore, waiting to make its way back in this evening.  That’s typical weather for us on hot summer days.  

I took advantage of the cool fog to head into the vineyard and start the trimming and tieing up. And wow!  That’s five rows done!  I’m so pleased. The fog had retreated and it was mighty hot by the time I’d finished, but a satisfying accomplishment nonetheless.

Then to clean the chicken coop, because who enjoys a dirty coop (especially in this heat and humidity)?!  Now it’s all cleaned up, with fresh bedding and even some rose petals sprinkled in the nesting boxes.  I collected 4 eggs for my efforts there. 

A load of laundry on the line, the kitchen cleaned up and supper is ready. And the anticipation seeing #1 son, who will be home for dinner tonight.  What could make this day any better? 

An hour or so of quiet time on the porch  swing in the shade (feet in the warm sun), a light breeze, my book and cuppa, surrounded by roses. That’s my cherry on top!


I know. I know. The rose bushes need a trimming, too.  I’ll save that for tomorrow. ūüėČ

WPC – cherry on top

Bloomin’ Details


A little look at the July garden – in close detail (that way you can’t see the weeds):

Some Rose Bay roses …



Lace cap hydrangea …


Honeysuckle …


Borage …


Tarragon …


Blue potato blossoms …


Here’s a baby plum …


The back currents are ready for picking ..,


But the first of the peas are in the trug …



I’m off to pick some currents, or maybe some haskaps, or some maybe some weeds…..

Cheers for now!  Happy Gardening!

WPC – Details

This is “The May”

It’s a little difficult to believe. ¬†For me, anyway. ¬†But here we are … Looking the end of May in the eye. ¬†I’m just not quite sure how that happened so quickly. The garden has been busy! ¬†It seems to have gone from dormant, winter mode into full-on spring/summer growing season within days! ¬†Okay, maybe weeks.

Let’s take a quick walk around and see what has been happening this month:

The primula and …

 The bluebells are showing off.

 The forsythia is almost finished, but the hardy kiwi is leafing out.

 In the kitchen garden, the garlic is well up,

¬†The parsley has returned – it doesn’t always make it through the winter – and …

¬†The asparagus looks like it’s dancing! ¬†I covered the early sprouts with a cloche to protect them from pillaging chickens. ¬†And it worked! ¬†This meager offering is my best asparagus crop. Ever. But don’t they look funny?

¬†The apples are blossoming, and …


So are my darling haskaps.


We had the first bud break in the vineyard yesterday.  I think this is the Baco Noir. (Note to self Рlabel vines!)


A family friend refers to this time of year – when the choke cherry trees blossom, the maple buds swell, and the tender young leaves start to emerge; when the landscape looks frothy – as “The May”. ¬†A lovely, and promising description.

But! ¬†Enough of this! ¬†There is work to be done…

¬†By the looks of that rhubarb, I have some harvesting, chopping, freezing and preserving to do. ¬†I’m off ……