Sitting here adding items to the calendar. Not quite within our grasp as yet, but we’re teetering on the edge of summer. Funny thing about summer. It always seems to stretch endlessly in front of our winter weary eyes as we shed heavy coats and push boots to the back of the closet. But, in reality, it takes some effort to grasp the moments and not let this precious time disappear in a blink.
I’m so ready to start planting my seasonal herbs, but I heard a discussion on NPR yesterday about the fact that it’s not realistic to plant anything much before Memorial Day here on our chilly little peninsula jutting into cold water. Probably thinking about this because of the amount it cost to buy a tiny basil plant and a small package of rosemary at the store yesterday. Really ready to head out the deck door to get cuttings from my own plants!
All the signs point to a new season. Birdsong is part of morning now. Sam has resumed his summer station at the French doors to start his day by watching the birds. The forsythia has finally burst into bloom. The boat is being prepped for launch. The Landfall and Flying Bridge have already opened for the season, and the Chart Room has started the countdown towards mid-May. I’m thinking about making Pasta Primavera and wondering about spiralizing some of the vegetables.
But it’s still April. Patience is required. Patience, and as I sit looking out of the window, lots of yard and garden work!