It's mid-May, and my house is a mess, the piles on my desk are frightful and the laundry needs doing. But the garden looks heavenly, especially when I look beyond the dandelions. Rain finally came after three weeks and all looks lush and right with the world again.
Spring is a bit of a race between the gardener and the weeds, between chaos and control, from one flower to the next. I have to remind myself to stop every day to simply appreciate the succession of flowers - from snowdrops and crocuses to daffodils, tulips, magnolias, serviceberries and (almost here) the crabapples.
The barn swallows are back, swooping and chattering, ordering us to open those barn doors every morning. My dog, Toby, once again is outnumbered and gets dive-bombed as he walks across the yard.
I grew up on a farm in the escarpement, I had forgot how insane those swallows are to the dogs. We had 3 pups that would be racing for the porch as those birds would swoop in. I always remembered that part of the fun in appreciating an acerage garden was finding those "surprises" you had forgotten about and stumbled upon one day. I look forward to reading more!
ReplyDeleteI grew up on a farm in the escarpement, I had forgot how insane those swallows are to the dogs. We had 3 pups that would be racing for the porch as those birds would swoop in. I always remembered that part of the fun in appreciating an acerage garden was finding those "surprises" you had forgotten about and stumbled upon one day. I look forward to reading more!
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