For years I have been an
amateur horticulturalist… Yeah, right… Maybe ‘gardener’ is more to the point
and maybe, if I asked my husband and grandsons who do all the actual ‘work’,
they’d have another errr name for me…. Careful now boys, I am the one making
lunch. (ss= ❤ smile, Sweetly)
Okay…I am a supervisor.
I love the aesthetics of a
well-planned garden and in the past worked very hard, on hands and knees to
create my visions. Now I can gaze at clumps ablaze with spring perennials poking
their way up out of the frozen earth to give colour to the snow. Bushes,
blooming with all shades of green buds, usher in the warmer climes at a time
when we need it most. Annuals bordering tall grasses, swaying in the warm
breezes of an early spring. I love it all.
Carefully garden ornaments
and focal points are removed from the sheds. Hours are spent cleaning and polishing, after a long winter’s respite. Gently they are put back into
their places in the young, but growing daily, landscape. The children smell the
hyacinths and fragrant lilacs knowing from experience which scent and which do
not. They’ve been taught to eat from the garden too, but not yet. That will
come further into the summer when they will steal a raspberry, blackberry or
cherry tomato, popping them into their mouths as they play in the back garden.
We used to have a glorious
cherry tree on the perimeter of our property. No one ate the cherries. They
were left for the birds; but the flowers smell and beauty was a herald of
spring. During a horrendous wind storm, a couple of years ago, much to our and the birds’ dismay, it fell. It
must have been at least sixty years old. It was a very sad day and we still
miss it come springtime.
This year I have the honour
of being the President of our local Horticulture Society. I think it’s just my
turn, but hey, I still have the title.
That being the case I, (I=Royal-We),
may even attempt some major re-decorating, garden style. Don’t mention this to
my husband and grandsons though; I think it might be better as a surprise ….
First day of Spring
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
62 days, 5 hours
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