Thursday, March 31, 2011
This morning the fog laid low on the hills and the smoke from the fireplace hung around the chimney. Low pressure at its best. The soil is so saturated it squeezes out water at every footstep. The gardens--well, there's no walking in them, certainly.
Fog and rain in March are good things. The soil is wet way down deep, and softened for easy planting when we get some dry weather. The peas are marching on, growing slowly but surely, a little row of green. The other things we planted are coming along too, not as fast as they might have with a warmer March, but still, it's a start. With better weather we might have been eating lettuce by now. Not this year though.
I found my current bushes leafing out, even though Larry weedshacked them last fall. The blueberries don't seem to have survived the trauma, so once more I'll be ordering blueberry plants and trying again. This makes the...I don't even want to count how many times I have planted blueberries. Or raspberries. But it took many tries to finally get a cherry tree to survive tractors and deer and Larry, so maybe there is still hope. At lease the thornless blackberries are thriving (thanks, Theresa!).
It's inventory time: what made it, what didn't. What to replace, what to dig out. What to move, what to thin. That will be April's work, along with continued planting and getting plants into the greenhouse. I have loved winter with its time to do house things. I think winter is finally behind us (did I just jinx it?) and now I'm putting my mind to the gardens and spring. The rain and fog will leave this weekend, and that urge to plant will get stronger.
As Larry says, he'll know it's spring when I start moving rocks around in my gardens. So far, I haven't moved any this year. Maybe this week, though...there's a few that have slid out of place.