Spring days are so full of chores and activities that I barely have time to breathe. But, they are also so pretty and so fragrant that I do consciously breathe for the sweet aroma alone.
A few days ago, after my walk and my routine chores, I went out to get a few seeds in the ground. The forecast was calling for several days of rain and I wanted my seeds to benefit. I planted beets, lettuce, sunflowers, marigolds and transplanted an ailing blueberry bush to a different, perhaps more desirable, location…only time will tell. Glenn planted three rows of potatoes.
This is only a start, late one at that. More veggie seeds need to get in the ground soon.
As I was walking about my gardens, I noticed that the chamomile was in bloom. With rain on the horizon, I opted to pick the blossoms. This is only the first harvest of several to come during the growing season.
I had no intention of picking chamomile this year. It is a tedious task. Becky said she wanted the chamomile. My reply was to go for it, but I would not be doing the picking. I knew Becky was busy and the only way to save the first harvest was for me to pick it – ugh!
|after picking, the chamomile blossoms are air dried|
The upside, while I was sitting on my overturned bucket plucking one flower at a time, was being serenaded by either a mockingbird or a brown thrasher. Both reside in my garden, both sing beautifully and both have quite a repertoire of tunes. I did not get up to investigate as to the rightful owner of the melodies, but my task was a bit more pleasant to complete.
The rain arrived and contributed more moisture for all the green growing things on the farm – SUPER!
bird sighting of the day, rare to boot...male Baltimore Oriole - just gorgeous!