Spring is so full of promise; nothing has gone seriously wrong yet, and I can blithely imagine that the deer won't eat our gooseberries, that beetles won't chew on the eggplants, that the tomatoes won't succumb to end rot and we'll actually have time to pick and process them all instead of leaving some to wither on the vine because we're so frazzled.
In May I can take pictures of flowers and enjoy their winks and whispered innuendos. Consider me seduced.
|Little lettuce volunteers from last year's plants that went to seed.|
|My new friend the violet.|
|Mark's hugelkultur experiment: |
growing potatoes in mounds of old wood.
More to come about this soon.