It’s become, in a matter of days, the time of year when I don’t bother to wash my jeans when they’re dirty, but just wear them over and over again. This is because washing them would be totally futile. Moving rocks, spreading wood chips in the garden paths, weeding, transplanting–all these activities are earthy, make me earthy, and make my jeans earthy. This means that the aforementioned pair of jeans will be retired from any respectable use, but since I’m not so much into respectability, what it really means is that they are moving into a whole new level of comfort. Worn-in, garden-kissed, frayed-knees, clay-butt comfort.
It’s also the time of year when misplacing a pair of gloves can bring a whole train of events to a screeching halt. I’ve gotten better about this, having settled on one pair of “womenswork gloves,” broken in well, small enough for my small hands. They have three possible resting places: the drawer in my bedside table, the bucket in the utility room, or my back pocket. If they aren’t in any of those places, then I’ve absentmindedly laid them down somewhere, which is what I did this afternoon while loading rocks out of the garden and wood chip mulch in.
I was excited to see that my “Lucille Ball” Alliums were all sprouting leaves–some of them last year looked as if they might be fading. In about six weeks I’ll have globes of purple flowers. Maybe sooner! My plum tree is taking her clue from the continuing cold nights and holding off on her bursting into bloom. The daffodils I transplanted look really good–like most of them will bloom this year despite the traumatic experience of being dug up, shoved in a huge bag, carted around in the back of my car, peed on by my brother’s dog, and exposed to snow and bitter winds before finally being re-planted. Their little buds are swelling, and yellower every day. I love flowers.
Not much else seems to be happening in the garden, but a closer look reveals that peony eyes are peeking red out of the soil. Extravagant peonies! They seem such an impossibility with not a lick of green on the trees! The lupine is definitely going for the gusto with bunches of leaves already, some nipped and curled by the cold. The bee balm is everywhere, tiny leaves spread into mats. Last year I relocated a bunch, because it had spread so thickly, but this year I’m just going to be making bee balm tea. Speaking of tea, the lemon balm is making her way with a mat of small green leaves, and the comfrey is already spreading. Also making a small showing are the lungwort, poppies, wild geranium, catnip, and columbine. Did I mention that I love flowers?
Time to plant lettuce.
Oh, wild North Wind, linger on the ridges if you must, but spare my plum tree this year.