This back pain weather has given me an opportunity to slow things down somewhat and take a good look around. We’ve had a bit of rain and everything is green and sproinging up like mad. The bearded iris’ have taken off and are buddling up ready to burst simultaneously into psychedelic colors. There are teeny tiny tomato seedlings growing where the surplus tomatoes composted away last Summer. The thumb like leaves of baby zucchini plants or, frighteningly worse, pumpkin plants are threatening to engulf a wine barrel full of pink daisies and lilac pansies and I must do something about them right away or they will take over the world. Or at least the wine barrel.
And my parsley, silverbeet, a single mad radish and a surprise fennel are, right at this moment, towering to their tallest aspirations and will go to seed anytime. On 5 acres, it doesn’t really bother me if rogue parsley and radish carpet the ground randomly, in fact I secretly encourage it.
Of course, it isn’t just the beautiful, useful, tasty plants that are envigorating throughout the place. The weeds naturally enough, are following suit. But we have a horse, and a ride-on mower and a weekend coming up, and I feel so damn good from this lovely weather that I am a benevolent garden Queen. The weeds, for the moment, may stay.
Boy, I’m going to regret that in Summer.