Strawberries from our garden. We eat them with breakfast, sometimes for dessert, sometimes when no one is looking. Caitlyn thinks our plants will make enough for jam. She’s probably right, if the ripe berries from today could be held in perfection for a couple of weeks. Since they can’t, we’ll eat them instead. Oh, darn. Save
Pear blossoms. Future confetti eggs. The asparagus is up in the p-patch plot. Little pea plants are waiting for enough warm days in a row and then they will reach all the way to the bottom rung on the pea fence. Under the row cover, I really should thin the spinach. I was too exuberant with the first batch of seed potatoes this year, cutting them for planting before they had a chance to put out early leaves. Naturally, they all rotted. This second batch is sunning on the windowsill, growing the tiniest of green leaves before they go into …
It’s been two years, but the amaryllis has finally put up another flower spike. Here’s hoping this one doesn’t end in tragedy! Save Save
The 60 tiny onion plants I put in the p-patch over the weekend and the countless buckets of winter weeds I removed. The daffodils in the backyard. The lobelia around them is starting to bloom as well, so parts of the garden have the classic yellow/blue combination going on. A box of 3/4 in washers, a result of yak-shaving. A flower spike on our amarylis – with any luck, this time it won’t commit suicide before it blooms! The first of the star magnolia blooming by the house. Absolutely everything piled up on tables in preparation for our first professional …
For the first winter in three years, it hasn’t snowed in Seattle. Caitlyn takes this as a personal offense. We’ve been meaning to try snowshoeing for years. Somehow planning the outing has never bubbled to the top of the list. So, thanks are in order to Eldan for providing a sufficient nudge and to Melinda for joining us! (Maybe next time, we’ll get both of you!) It was quite a bit easier than I thought it would be. Sure, we wore ourselves out, but no one got tangled up in her snowshoes unless she meant to. This being March in …
