The smell of spring! The birds are back, the grass is growing, and we are roasting radishes over the fire, moving cows through fields, and they are thanking us by producing the most amazing, creamy milk! The slugs are coming at us in numbers unseen in previous years, alas, we sacrifice our tender greens to their insatiable appetites…
We continue on in our pursuit of a full greenhouse of glorious plants awaiting their position in the garden, the cloche moved to it’s summer position, peas staked in the garden, and will we get our potatoes in? If the rain stops for a wee bit, our plan for Saturday will stay the same, get our storage potatoes in the ground. The fine line between seasons.
I was read the poem below and felt that it need to be shared. It’s by E.E. Cummings.
earth how often have