We’ve had a series of beautiful days. As I said last week, there is nothing like the month of May. Everyday, there is something new to enjoy. Finally, the cabbages, broccoli, collards and spigarello are in the ground.

This year, I finally said “uncle” to the devastation from the white cabbage moth. I bought a package of row cover. I’ve noticed Rusty at Ghost Island Farm has several long rows covered. I will say his greens are flawless and there are plenty in a package.

I seem to have a biannual rant about hydrangeas. They are greening up but still have ugly dead sticks that are the remains of last year.

Speaking of remains of last year, I have boatloads of kale that has all gone to flower. The bees love it and my little great-grandson Zappa really loves to eat them. He doesn’t even bother picking them; he just bites them off in the field. I don’t blame him, they are pretty great.

The shasta viburnum is in full bloom. I love how it carries its flowers all along the branches.

I have, sadly, noticed quite a few tents of caterpillars along the road ways. I have a couple on the property and had the bright idea to spray them with straight white vinegar. There was quite a bit of squirming but it remains to be seen if it killed them. At least it will not kill any passing bees.

I’ve kept a flock of chickens for over 50 years. Who knows how many generations? I’m amused by the talking heads suggesting we should all do it to offset the price of eggs. I’ve said before, that a dozen of my eggs probably runs about $50. I got 10 new baby hens a month ago at SBS. It’s an incredible amount of work, since they cannot go in with the older flock for a while. They have now passed the cute stage but still have to be carted in and out of the house to keep them safe from raccoons after dark.

I have a F-150 from 1986 — best truck ever — with a metal bumper, bench seat, starts every morning, four wheel drive, “wings” at the windows for ventilation, but I can figure out what’s going on under the hood. Problem is, it’s very high with no running board. My rapidly advancing age has necessitated the use of a stool. So I can take it with me, I’ve tied some baling twine to the leg and drag it in behind myself.

How I digress!

I have a couple of shrub lilacs. They are worth purchasing. They stay a decent size and are covered in blooms. Some of my personal favorites are Bloomerang, dwarf Korean and Miss Kim. They hold the blooms much longer than the common and also much loved cousin.

Isn’t there something biblical about the love of money being the root of all evil? Love of money seems to be the ongoing theme of the present presidential administration.

First, we have the unelected richest man in the world in charge of firing hard-working and arguably important federal workers. Somehow poor children were the first target of the cruelty. To wit: the canceling of USAID. Then, to top it off we have the $400 million plane being offered to D.J.T. In his words, he would be stupid to turn it down. He also is a billionaire with the unrelenting desire to get richer.

My question is: How much is enough? If a person started counting day and night from the day they were born — they would be 32 before they reached one billion.