I have nursed and coddled this lilac bush for several years. Last year, it had one tiny bloom, the first since my father dug it and gave it to me.
It is more than just a bush, it is part of my life. When I see it, blooming or not, I am reminded of some of the wonderful women in my life.
My mother, grandmother, aunts and great-grandmother, who had these flowers before me. Perhaps not the same bushes, but the lilacs, their scent, wraps me in rich memories each year.
Category: growing things
Today on our walk, Hubby and I came across a troup of ballerinas, pirouetting just for us.
Clad in gossamer, swaying in the slightest breeze, these delicate ballerinas dance.
I look at them and see not only the beauty in these blooms but the promise of ripe gooseberries to come.
Chubby, tart, basketballs of purple and green.
Sturdy enough not to crush when picked and make a jam or jelly with a distinct tangy flavor.
Two patches endure, and have for 30 odd years, over at the ‘old house place’ where my late mother-in-law first started them.
Over the past few days, we realized that the time has come to get a start on the garden. Realization seems to come with the first sprouts of asparagus breaking through the soil and the discovery of blossoms on the strawberry plants. Growing things signal time to get gardens prepared and planted.
I love the plants and seeds going in and even more the products of all the work.
Sunday afternoon, Hubby and I planted tomato and cucumber seed so those plants will get the needed head start.
Yesterday, a trip out to the local Feed & Seed was necessary. Along with the hog feed we came home with packets of seed. Ready for the correct weather and some tilling to be done.
A shower or two of rain last night has knocked the petals off the fruit trees, under the plums, it looks like white snow, the peach trees have a carpet of pink.
Years ago, our family and many others made frequent trips to this little spring to bring home water for household use. Back then, the water came down a moss – covered wooden trough and flowed across the road to the creek.
Often the kids played in the creek while the adults filled the water containers. I remember more than once, hearing my grandmother say, “I wish we could turn it off, so it won’t run out.”
I have no idea when the trough was replaced by pipe, I had not been there in years, but this morning while Hubby and I wandered about, we thought it would be a good plan to stop by for a drink and a look.
I followed the pipe up under some rocks and found the ‘real’ spring flowing out of the hillside. May-apple umbrella leaves have sprung up around it and some water cress is growing in the tiny pool formed before it runs into the pipe.
We were a lot more conscious and conservative of our water use back then. Each use was considered and each drop accounted for, not like we are today, with a seemingly endless supply at the turn of the tap.
I took an empty water bottle from the truck, filled it and enjoyed a deep satisfying quaff of cold clear water. Ah, the taste, and even more the memories.
I often post photos in a ‘photo a day group’ on Facebook. Each day has a topic, and folks are allowed to interpret it and post their own pictures.
Today’s topic was ‘tiny’ and I posted this picture:
I looked in my “Missouri Wildflower’ book and did not find a ‘match’, so I indicated that in my post about the picture.
This is how things work: A lady in the UK posted that she thought the flower was called ‘speedwell’.
My daughter in California looked it up http://greennature.com/gallery/weeds/weeds-in-lawn.html and sure enough, the flower is speedwell.
I found this very interesting, as long ago ancestors arrived at Plimouth on a ship called the Speedwell.
And that, friends, is ‘how things work’ sometimes…
In spite of all the fuss, false starts and fury of wind and snow, it appears Spring has arrived on Sunrise Ridge.
How do I know? Well of course, I do not, but the peaches have started to bloom.
Although nothing is planted, the greenhouse is started and work preparing the garden has begun.
A little travel shows that fishermen and women are out, enjoying the warmer days and trying to fill stringers.
Yet, I have not heard the gobble of wild turkeys early in the mornings, and I wait in expectation for it.
The sounds of evening include peep frogs and owls, I remain still impatient for the return of the whip-poor-wills, but these fulfilled promises encourage me.
They will come!
My daughter in North Carolina called today. She had been out walking some ‘wild’ country and had run across a plant she was curious about.
She gave a detailed description of the plant and I suggested that it was a trillium.
I also suggested that she obtain a North Carolina wildflower/plant guide. She found a resource online and verified that it was a trillium plant. http://www.ces.ncsu.edu/depts/hort/consumer/factsheets/wildflowers/trillium_sessile.html
A year ago, My cousin Nancy, sister, Bobbie Jo and I took a day out to enjoy the grandness of Missouri’s early spring. It was much warmer than this spring has been and things were blooming, including the lovely trillium. you can click the link below and read about it.
Hubby and I spent a couple of days this week discussing planting the garden and the timing to do so.
I spent some time going over records and photos from ‘this time last year’ amazed by the way things were ‘bloomed out’ cimpared to what we are seeing this spring.
Waking up this morning to look out at a good coating of snow frosting the ground and trees, was a bit of a disappointment.
It isn’t over yet, no matter what, eventually spring will arrive – won’t it?
Dear National Weather Service:
Once again, you are putting our area under a Winter storm Warning, for snow and ice.
It’s not the first time, this winter, and each time the prognostication has failed to materialize… only once have we had appreciable snow. It is becoming a challenge to keep the faith with your unpredictabilty.
Nevertheless, I have gone through our “Preparedness Plan”, we are well stocked, have made sure that the neighbors have their needs covered and the livestock will have feed and good bedding/shelter if the projected storm arrives tonight.
Yes, I do feel like you have cried ‘Wolf!’, but since we have been out here in the back of beyond without power and unable to travel for several days, I will continue to be ready for Nature to do her job and pound us with her fury.
It’s a lot better and easier to be ready when the store is 40 miles away…
We will thank you for your efforts to keep us safe, await whatever comes as ready as we can be, and hope for the best.
FYI, We were really really wanting to get the greenhouse started, not battle ice and snow this week.
Just so you know .
to intrigue me. Especially on a cold, windy, bleak morning. It’s gloomy, 27 degrees and the wind is gusting up to 20 miles an hour.
For instance, I looked out my window today; noticed this branch, hanging in the wind by a thread of Virginia creeper vine.
I will just be glad I can stay inside and appreciate it, and that it is far enough away, if the vine should give in to gravity, fraying by rubbing on its anchor or all the other possibilities, the branch should fall harmlessly to the ground.