I braved the wind and chill today to work outside while it wasn't raining, pulling weeds and planting plants.
I wonder if some wacky psychiatrist would say that a person's love of gardening comes from a deep-seated, unconscious desire to be in control of life and death?
Anyway. The ground is soft and soaked, and the weeds come out easily. That doesn't happen often with the hard clay I've got around here. I took the opportunity to get some deep-rooted dandelions out of my newest flower bed which I have just started filling with pretty-pretties. I looked at this pile of dandelions --crisp and juicy and fresh-looking, and um, muddy-- and I just couldn't waste them. But I really don't want to eat them, either. Not really my favorite wild food, but they sure are nutritious, especially first thing in the spring, and good for digestive and liver troubles. So I brought them all in and have been soaking and swishing them in sinkfulls of cold water, trying to get them clean enough for a nice, strong, tincture.
Now, to procure a big bottle of vodka, of which I am forever running out (and not because I drink it. I can think of many more enjoyable things to drink...).
I also went out and picked a bunch of fresh oregano for my spaghetti sauce, some chocolate mint to flavor my red raspberry leaf pregnancy tea, and a little bowlful of violet greens (and a few flowers, too) to sweeten our salad.
I told you, I just love all the green.
Oh, and the LILACS! There simply are no words.
I adore them. I fill my kitchen with them and they fill my kitchen with their fantastic scent. There is nothing like it. And they're such a short-lived treat. I could just stand out their under the lilac bushes all day.
Excuse the blur here, but I just had to share this. Our new layer chicks arrived in the mail today, and my nice brooder box out in the barn is currently occupied by the mama ducks who took it over for nesting.
So the chicks are in the house, peeping their heads off constantly.
Evan, amazingly, has NOT tried to explore the peeping box yet, but Jonah was very sweetly showing him the new babies and helping him touch them without squashing their fragile, little bodies.
Sigh. It's spring. It's wonderful.