Trying to awaken the spirit…

Dear Reader,

While April showers bring May flowers, unabated April downpours bring apathy and inertia.  It’s been awhile since I’ve posted; no surprise, really, because it’s been awhile since I’ve gardened.  I’m looking at bits of blue sky right now, and enjoying a nice breeze.  I’m trying to soak in as much of today’s gentle beauty as I can because tomorrow it’s back to grey skies and wet conditions.

We have done a few, small things since I last posted:

  • Manly man took down his first attempt at an enclosure and started over.  He chose a different style of post — very picket-like.  He has one side and the gate to build.  And I need to get my vining flower seeds in the ground to pretty it up quick!
  • The boys added some garden bling:  a cute, silver, spinny thing with a beetle in the middle, and a wind chime that represents “anterfly” (or “butterant” — your choice), my redhead’s imaginary superhero.  Anterfly’s backstory is rich and impressive.  Perhaps I’ll tell that story in another time and place.
  • A few green things have popped up in the beds:  radishes, bell peppers, chard, spinach, corn, carrots, and pole beans.  Just tiny little things, but each emergence invigorates the sodden spirit.
  • To make the most of the rain, we are adding a rain barrel to the corner of our house closest to Rousseau’s Garden.

There is still much to do.  I have a raised bed flower garden planned for the north side of the house, we need to finish the enclosure and plant the flowers, and we need to get our starts into the tomato garden.  On mother’s day we’ll be attending Conner Prairie’s heirloom plant sale, so I hope to add some interesting things to our current collection.

Though the constant rain makes me weary, I am trying to remember to count my blessings.  I have not suffered from the flooding that’s affecting so many right now, and I haven’t had to get out my hose a single time.  And this summer, when the inevitable drought rolls in, I’ll look back fondly on the drenched days of early spring.  Because it can’t rain forever, right?

Stay dry,



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