it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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old crow watching hungrily from his perch in yonder tree

A huge, imposing thunderstorm came through last night, and the morning is now chill and perfect and freshly-washed. (Funny how, after two warm days, sixty degrees is "chill".)

The rain washed most of the petals off the magnolia, so the ground under it is now carpeted with a fabulous tapestry of rose and cream, but the pear tree in the back yard is in blossom now (I hope it's a fruiting pear. If it is, pear butter in the late summer!) and everything in the garden is up--leeks, carrots, radishes (like gangbusters), arugula, peas, lettuce, beets, collards, broccoli, onions. The strawberries are setting fruit. In two weeks, the tomato seedlings and the rest of the herbs go in, and also the corn, squash, sunflowers, eggplant, and so on. Yes, I am bouncing with delight.

Somebunny ate one of my collard plants. Ah well. I can spare it.
Tags: dreams and bones, grow your own, horticulture (no really: horticulture), suburban peasantry

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