For me it's such a pleasant day to be out in the garden, of which there are no lack of chores to be done at this time of year. It's Spring so everything is growing. The weeds are growing, garlic is growing along with mustard greens, cabbages and fat asparagus spears push through the soil. Plenty of nettles too. There are flowers like borage, apple blossoms, signs of cherry blossoms and the beginning of summer fruits like grape buds, gooseberries, currants and vigorous raspberries that constantly send runners all over the garden.
The weeds are easy to pull after the drenching rains and the soil is soft and perfect for planting. Seedlings of sprouting broccoli and bitter radicchio go in today. The weed tea I made a few months ago is filled with a mushy sludge that truly stinks and I generously pour that around the tender young plants.
Metal tags of that label the apple trees tinkle in the breeze. I miss my dog who would normally sit by and watch when as I worked in the garden, and wince when I see the young rose bush that we planted over his grave.
Another job ticked off the list was chitting the potatoes, which means exposing them to a little light for a few weeks on a window sill so as to get those buds nice and strong before planting. A couple of old egg cartons do the job perfectly holding little seed potatoes of pink eyes and pink fir apples. Nearby a pile of seed packets of summer crops like tomatoes, pumpkins, basil, zucchini and cucumber sit ready to be sown.
But they will have to wait for another day. Another squall hits and I collect the eggs before I head inside inside with my cold red nose, fingers crossed the fire's still on, where a pot tea waits patiently keeping warm on the wood stove.