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  • Plant a Flower Day

    Plant a Flower Day

    first flowers of spring

    The flowers of late winter and early spring
    occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.

    -Gertrude S. Wister

    Well, lookee what I found under the leaves 🙂

    I also see daffodils and crocuses (croci?) getting ready to unfurl; the first shoots of the tiger lilies have emerged.

    Today, March 12, is Plant a Flower Day! If you want to start native plants from seed this year and live north of the Mason-Dixon, you’ll definitely want to start your plants indoors about now to get blooms by summers’ end.

    It’s a fun project with the kids using cardboard egg cartons, eggshells, recycled yogurt cartons, toilet paper tubes or newspaper starter pots: the National Wildlife Federation has instructions here.

    I have the worst luck with starting plants indoors and transplanting them, myself. I always take it too fast through the hardening-off process, or forget them outside overnight while they’re still tender, and kill them. I prefer to buy my plants & vegetable & herb starters from local farmers at the farmer’s market (the Amish varieties always seem to perform best for me). Win-win.

    As for flowers, the only thing I think I’m going to bother with this year are some Painted Lady sweet peas. Fragrant and delicate and dating back to the 1730s, they’re cool weather plants that I’ll just seed directly into the ground in the next week or two.

    painted lady sweet pea
    photo courtesy of Seed Savers Exchange

     

    My favorite seed catalog company is the Seed Savers Exchange;

    a non-profit, 501(c)(3), member supported organization that saves and shares the heirloom seeds of our garden heritage, forming a living legacy that can be passed down through generations.

    Our mission is to save North America’s diverse, but endangered, garden heritage for future generations by building a network of people committed to collecting, conserving and sharing heirloom seeds and plants, while educating people about the value of genetic and cultural diversity.

    While I love the idea of preserving old-fashioned flowers with a sense of history, heirloom is particularly important to me in terms of what vegetable plants I buy.

    The vegetables offered to us in chain grocery stores are bred for hardiness: the ability to be picked early, shipped without bruising, and sit on a shelf for as long as possible. My grocery has apples from New Zealand. NEW ZEALAND.

    Heirlooms were bred for taste and attributes like texture, juiciness. They might not be pretty and uniform, and they need to be fully ripened and eaten quickly, but they are delicious. If you have children who are picky eaters I would say try growing your own heirloom fruits and veggies. The effort will be so worth it in so many ways.

    Diversity is always the way to go. Just sayin’.

    What are you growing this year?

  • In Like a Lion…

    In Like a Lion…

    lion costume

    The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.
    The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.
    The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.
    It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams.

    -M. Romeo LaFlamme, The First of March

    If this is tiger weather, I’ll take it.

    The sun is shining, the snow is finally melted from the ground (we’ve been blanketed in white since Christmas). The wind is chill but the air warm.

    And keep in mind please, that last year on March 8th— only a week away!— I posted fully bloomed snowdrops:

     

    first flowers of spring

    The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

    -Oscar Wilde
    (quoted by Willy Wonka in Charlie & the Chocolate Factory)

    There is light at the end of the tunnel! The endless winter is coming to an end.

    Green things should be uncurling, unfurling from the ground any time now… keep an eye out for fresh, tender life.

    Just because it happens every year doesn’t make it any less of a miracle, one of Emerson’s “wayside sacraments,” and to miss it? Feels like sacrilege.

    This is the moment worth waiting for; the catching of breath before the landscape explodes into color and buzzing and sunshine on your shoulders. It’s like Christmas Eve for grownups.

    Please don’t let it pass you by in a blur of tax documents, parent-teacher conferences, and grocery store runs.

    To learn to appreciate winter you need to see the spring come.

    The March wind roars
    Like a lion in the sky,
    And makes us shiver
    As he passes by.

    When winds are soft,
    And the days are warm and clear,
    Just like a gentle lamb,
    Then spring is here.

    -Unknown

    To me, the arrival of spring is heralded quietly by the snowdrops and the appearance of snakes in the bushes sunning themselves; makes itself more obvious with the sound of peepers in the creek; until it bursts and overflows with the glorious bubbling cacophony of the house wrens returning to build a nest in their birdhouse.

    How does spring sneak into your neck of the woods? What do you look forward to?

  • Every Little Thing is Gonna Be All Right

    Every Little Thing is Gonna Be All Right

    boy feeding geese

    don’t worry… about a thing…

    ’cause every little thing is gonna be all right

    -Bob Marley, Three Little Birds

    When I was in college, I had a good buddy. Totally non-romantic. We’ll call him Bryan, because that was his name 🙂

    Bryan was awesome. He could run a 4 minute mile. He was ROTC and ridiculously strong. He was whipsmart and eternally good-natured.

    He was always up for whatever utter nonsense I would suggest— I’d say, “Hey! You know what we should do?” and Bry would go “YES! Let’s DO IT!” and we would. Never a moment of hesitation. Not once did he ever tell me “that’s dumb” or “I’ve got better things to do.” Dress up like superheroes and walk around campus asking if anyone needed saving? Sounds like a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

    I’ve never known anyone then or since that was such a pillar of strength, and optimism, and perfect faith. With Bryan there was no halfway, no pussyfootin’ around. If we wanted to do it, we could. Period.

    As lovely as Bry sounds, he had his off days. (I had them too, only quite a bit more often.) And whenever we’d get discouraged or mad or sad, Bryan would load up Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds” on his CD player and play it. At top volume. On repeat.

    And we would sing along, at the very tipytop of our lungs, shouting into each other’s faces… until we believed it. And everything was all right.

    It sounds dumb. It worked every time.

    “Don’t worry about a thing,
    ‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
    Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
    ‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”

    Rise up this mornin’,
    Smiled with the risin’ sun,
    Three little birds
    Pitch by my doorstep
    Singin’ sweet songs
    Of melodies pure and true,
    Sayin’, “This is my message to you-ou-ou.”

    I haven’t seen or really even thought about Bryan in years and years. I’m sure he’s got a family of his own now, telling them constantly with perfect faith that if they can think it, they can achieve it: with such enthusiasm and conviction and strength that they believe it. Damn, I hope they all know how lucky they are.

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    This past Sunday I ran out to the co-op with my son Maverick, and I heard “Three Little Birds” on the radio for the first time in forever.

    And on the way back, flipping through the stations, I heard it again.

    Hearing it twice in such a short time— maybe a space of ten minutes— made it all came flooding back, all these old memories. And I felt really, really GOOD. Better than I have in a long time.

    I came home and played the songs a few times for my kids. I set it as my alarm on my iHome. Such an easy way to stay happy! It’s impossible to wake up grumpy now.

    Hey, thanks, BryBry, wherever you are. I can’t believe you’re still bolstering my good spirits after all these years.

    Who still lifts you up when you’re down?

    Who have you lost touch with, that still touches your life?

    What song always makes you happy?