Hello, friends. Like almost everybody else along the eastern seaboard, we’ve been holding our breaths for spring. Most people agree that we’re about a month behind the usual weather and temperatures. But suddenly, last week, spring SPRANG. The grass seemed to turn green overnight. Trees budded and blossomed. Perennials leapt into action.
The third weekend in May is a holiday, here. Absurdly enough, it’s called Victoria Day, in honour of the long-dead monarch of another country (May 24 was Queen Victoria’s birthday; only Canadians know that). It’s the traditional holiday weekend when people open up their summer cottages, go sailing, and light fireworks. In our family, we garden. Here are some images of how I spent my long weekend.
Rhubarb from our friends Michelle and Brian. We have to leave it alone this year if we want the plant to establish itself permanently. It’s hard, though. I keep dreaming of roasted rhubarb, this slow-poached rhubarb, these rhubarb hazelnut squares.
This year, our five-year-old son has his own little garden bed in which he’s planted seeds of his choosing. He selected only things he likes to eat: cherry tomatoes, sunflowers, butternut squash, and watermelon.
Our bleeding heart bush gets bigger and more bodacious every year.
The magnolia tree is still small and slow – a couple of weeks behind the long-established ones in the neighbourhood – but I love it so.
Those photos are a good summary of my weekend. I pruned, I weeded, I seeded, I transplanted. (I read, too, of course – but not in daylight hours!) Is it spring where you are, friends? What did you get up to?