The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and, clearly, reorganizing my shop wasn’t enough in the getting dirty department. This past week I brought in four yards of dirt to revive what once was a kitchen garden.
It needed a little love, but after cutting down the three-foot tall weeds, laying down cardboard, layering leaves and compost, I laid down the dirt, with a little help from the manpower on the property.What can I say, I’m not in the shape I used to be, after hauling 3.5 yards with a shovel and wheel-borrow, I was a little tuckered out and needed to call in reinforcements.
The manpower also framed in our garden gate, restructured our compost bins, and got the worm farm constructed and operational.
While we are not quite out of the clutches of the late winter freezes, (it was 20 degrees here two nights ago), we’re looking forward to seeing the following lovelies in the sprout for eating, canning, and more: beets, basil, carrots, collards, and rainbow chard!
Spring in Texas has its ups and downs.This year has proven to be no exception.With 90 degree weather this past Friday to 32 degrees two nights later, there is really no way to know what to expect.I don’t envy the weatherman’s job right about now, I’m sure he’s receiving hate mail.
The animals are all feisty with the cold weather and the poor plants don’t know what to do.Every time the sun comes out, they jump at the chance to bloom, only to retreat the following day.I, myself, am getting a little cabin fever.While I love a roaring fire in our living room, I’m itching to plant seeds, prep space for the chickens, and work in my wood shop.
In the Northeast, there were always sure-fire signs that Spring was really on the way.While Groundhog Day was always a charming notion, however unreliable, my Father always said when the crocus and iris are in bloom, Spring is just around the corner.
You can imagine my excitement and, admittedly, an overwhelming sense of relief to see the white iris blossoming outside our little farmhouse this past weekend.Not only a white flag from Winter, but the solid green light and invitation from Spring to finally start prepping the beds for planting.
With Spring comes glorious blue skies, the occasional rainstorms, blossoming flowers, bustling farmers markets, and of course, allergies, like woah. I’ve spent the last few days laid up in bed wishing I had the slightest urge to, at the very least, to work on some embroidery, but with a few attempts, I found it not possible. I’m starting to come around thanks to truckloads of Zyrtec.
Ok, now that my “wah” fest is over, I wanted to share some new items that I’ve completed since the last blog post. Most have been shared on instagram, but I’ve got a few that haven’t been yet. I’ve got new Easter themed embroidered wall art that I’m particularly pumped about. I haven’t done anything for Easter since my Grandmother passed away. She always had these gorgeous Easter baskets for us, we had egg hunts, and dying eggs! I guess I have been feeling slightly reminiscent. Below that, I’ve got a new veggie embroidered towel, a refinished chair, and my personal favorite, “I will resist.” wall art.
Spring is here and it perfumes the air. The hauntingly beautiful voice of Raina Rose fills the room from the tiny speakers of my Mac Desktop, the faint sound of milk foam popping as the bubbles settle into my coffee, the mist floating from the clouds to the treetops, the birds chirping, the humidity hanging in the air like a lovers arms that are holding you captive in bed, thankfully it’s still cool enough you don’t want to break away, just yet. A battle of the bands that seduces the senses that all seem to meet at the threshold of my apartment and the outside world.
My home is a private place. Although, my apartment, for the most part, is always set for company, but rarely does it see any. My front door is always open when I am home. No one ever comes to it, but this week, maybe it was the Spring air, or time giving a little push, something changed.
My neighbor, Jack, has been feeding a stray cat for about six months. He started out skittish, never allowing anyone near him, even Jack. I’ve tried to coax him closer to no avail. These last few days, his little heart has softened. Earlier this week, I was in my kitchen doing dishes and I went to my bedroom to grab something and there he was, sitting there as if to say, “Can I help you?” A couple days later, he sat on the threshold of my open front door and watched me as I tidied up my living room. Yesterday, he came in and sat just on the inside of my door and listened to me practicing a lullaby for a gig I have next week. He listened contently, ears perked, posture straight. When I was finished he lowered his head, as if to nod in a approval, before he left in search of other adventures.
“Cat” has started a new trend. Outside my door, I have an old wooden cart that holds my balcony garden. If my door is not open, “Cat” will climb up on this cart and stand on the potted plants. His head comes just above the window sill. He bats on the screen with his paw until I give him notice.
It’s just a cat, but I eagerly await our next encounter. Perhaps I am a cat lady in the making or he’s a symbol of good things to come. Either way Spring always brings new life, new meaning, just waiting to blossom.
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