We are not playing basketball, but we are madly dashing about the garden, tidying it up, and readying our pots for plants. DJ, one of our Guests with a decidedly green thumb, hit the ground running on March 1st and hasn’t stopped since. Besides paging through the Burpee seed catalog looking for the perfect seeds to order and worrying all the while that “they may run out of the good ones, you know,” she has been diligently turning last year’s potting soil over to allow for proper aeration. DJ also orchestrated a save the roses campaign before the rest of us even realized they needed saving. The horrid black spot attacked our lovely rose bushes and DJ, armed with pruning shears, Neem’s Oil, a pile of mulch, and her worker bees (a few of the rest of us) went to town showing Mother Nature’s pests and fungi that perhaps they have met their match. The smile on her face and the bounce in her step bodes well for the roses.
As if we needed any more proof that spring has sprung, daffodils are popping up all around, tulips rising up out of their winter slumber, and our beautiful friends the peonies showing a reddish tip or two just atop the soil. We are headed pell-mell to the spring equinox and the appropriately named (for gardeners that is) Worm Full Moon, and are dreaming of warmer days.
We are also hoping in the coming months, after this long pandemic year, to open the Home back up for visitors. But, be forewarned, we take our gardening seriously around here, so do please watch out for women with shears.