It's a sunny new england day but still quite chilly. I'll add long johns under my gardening trousers and then head out, pomegranate rattle in hand, to wake up the soil a bit. Tomorrow morning I'll press the tiny poppy-like seeds into the soil and wish them good fortune. Word of a nor'easter coming our way with six inches of snow expected is actually perfect for columbines. I may scatter some larkspur and poppy seeds as well.
Columbines really like it here especially in and around the evolving sanctuary garden. These two choices have been calling to me since the 2020 Select Seeds offerings went live back in January. Once I finally did order I dickered for awhile over the "necessity" of them but then ultimately decided new columbine varieties for my garden are definitely in the hyacinths for our souls category.
Just below the trumpet vines you can see the earth I turned and rattled-over. The seed bed extends several feet and I'll sow two islands with plenty of room inbetween. Aside from cutting space to stand and tend to the seedlings we needed to cut down two secondary vines that were much too close to an enormous tree-like poison ivy entity. It never went dormant so we didn't risk cutting it down.
You can see above, the two cut vine stems still entwined in the fence wire. There's also a stripling elm to be cut on the other side of the ivy. Just one of the many things that got out of hand the year Jim got Lyme and I was clobbered with an eruption of Graves Disease. Seems we are still catching up from two critical 'gap years' for both of us. But we are glad and grateful to have a place to be outside and moving .
There's a lot I'd love to clean up right here but the retaining wall and subsequent ground above isn't very stable. Upon reflection I'm glad there will be plenty of roosting places available for the dozens of tiny birds who live here. I want them to stay on general principle but also because they eat the poison ivy berries and also those of a nearby poison sumac.
While we were working two neighbors walked by. They appeared to be together yet practicing extreme distancing. J. saw them yesterday and concluded they walk at significantly different paces. The woman complained to me of an eyesore across the road. She asked if I had ever complained about it or asked that it be removed. I said uh-huh same as I'd said when she asked if I wished it wasn't there in place of how beautiful it used to be.
it's taken a decade but I've learned how to fit in.
My pomegranate rattle is very elderly and every year the seeds inside speak more loudly....