Vineyard Gardener
I’m not one to complain about the chilly, cloudy weather. It gives me less anxiety about all the tasks at hand.
I’ve been working outside like a crazy person and most mornings my arms and legs do not work.
It is my custom, as I drive to and fro, to jot down observations.
It’s been difficult knowing how to dress. It seems most of the day is spent putting on and/or taking off layers of clothing.
It is amazing how quickly a couple of nice days can bring us into full-on spring. Forsythia is blooming everywhere.
It’s finally happened. It has rained enough to put some water into Whiting’s Pond.
Here it is, the end of March and I made my first trip to the nursery for some just-arrived pansies.
It is difficult to remain a good sport given the unpredictable nature of our recent weather.
Wow, talk about March coming in like a lion. I spent last weekend moving flats in and out of the house in fear for their lives in the extreme cold.
Oh, how I wish complaining about the weather would actually do something about it.
Red poppies and cilantro have emerged. The cardoon has put on new growth, blue flowers are all over the variegated vinca, and sedum is up everywhere.
I have always been fond of February. The light has noticeably changed and spring is imminent.
