Spring at Pie Cottage
Bulbs, flowers, birds, and bees. Everything is bursting out in color and song. It’s Spring at Pie Cottage—one of my favorite seasons of the year. Actually ALL the seasons are my favorite but since spring is the season of my birth, I tend to like this one the best. I also call this the Pink Season since the flowers of many of the trees and shrubs I’ve planted flower in a rainbow of pink.
This year was so cold with a long lingering winter, I thought the bloom time was never going to arrive. Even though the temperatures are dipping down into the high 30’s at night, which is still cozy wool sock and wood stove weather, they are pushing up as high as the sunny mid 50’s today.
No matter the weather, rain, wind, or shine, I’ve been spending plenty of time out in the garden. The organic compost that I had delivered last year, all 14 cubic yards of it, has been mounded into raised vegetable beds. For my birthday earlier this week, I bought myself 7 cubic yards of mulch to fill in the paths so I can hopefully keep the weeds at bay.
Since the soil is starting to warm up, I decided to go ahead and plant…by the moon.
- Tuesday it was root crops (onions, leeks, potatoes, beets, carrots, and parsnips).
- Thursday was flowers (sweet peas, cosmos, nasturtium, cone flower, a fairy garden mix, and one called grandma’s cut flower mix). I put the peas and strawberries in, too.
- Friday I finished with leafy greens (lettuce, spinach, chard, and kale).
There’s room for second and third plantings of lettuce and greens, and I still need to pick up some broccoli seeds to tuck in. And yes, there is one entire bed waiting for some tomato starts that my dear friend Cindy has started and is tending in her greenhouse.
I’m taking the rest of today off and heading to the city to see The Secret Garden with a friend who had an extra ticket. So, off I go…over the river, through the woods, on to the ferry, and into the big city. I’ll be back late tonight. Tomorrow I’ll be out in the garden celebrating Easter with a spade in hand and wheelbarrow full of mulch.
And Mr Fez? Rain or shine, he’s one happy kitty.