It’s a big day. The Boston fern is ready to move to its summer home, The Porch. Plans were delayed as we waited for nighttime temps to get a wee bit higher. Everything is prepared. The fern and I are just waiting for the right time, probably around noonish. Then I have to vacuum the dead frond bits that are on the carpet upstairs and which will most likely be all over the stairs as I bring her down to the first floor.
Don worked hard yesterday and I’ve finally managed to persuade him that today must be a day of rest. He did a lot of digging and hoeing and he’s tired. He was too tired (and his hands were too sore) to play his guitar. That’s not a good thing.
It’s looking increasingly beautiful around here as all the trees are in full leaf, except for the black walnuts, which are well on their way, and the catalpas – always the last to leaf out. The peonies are growing taller. The self seeding yarrow and forget-me-nots are all over the place. Where just a few weeks ago we saw bare-limbed trees and a stark gray landscape, we now see green everywhere. And it’s that lush spring-green which makes us enormously happy. Goodness, we are blessed. This transformation helps so much in these times, we’re able to dig in the dirt, to plant, to sow seeds, to prune, to watch things grow. Watching green things come back, seeing that abundance – it gives us hope in this hard and heartbreaking time.
Today? Maybe a few little prunes of the boxwood. Some sitting on the porch. Some vacuuming for sure. And definitely reading.
Stay safe.
Happy Thursday.
