So this afternoon we got out in the garden and pulled weeds amongst the onions and thinned radishes, and then we got the task of planting new peas among the carnage of the few that sprouted after all our rain. Tell me, how do peas wash up two inches through soil that has been packed on top of them?!? Amazing. Truly. Though I do begrudge them their talent.
But this day was the best that dear, capricious March has to offer. Balmy breezes without a hint of cold in them, birdsong, moist earth and green things a'growing in every corner. I found myself singing "Will ye go, lassie, go?" and "Leezie Lindsay" almost without knowing it. For some reason when I'm happiest Scottish songs spring to mind...I must have highland blood in me somewhere! ;)
I am continually blessed that the Lord led us out to the country. The changing of seasons was barely perceptible in the city, but here in the beautiful Virginia countryside everything is beautiful! :)
Down the road Miss Virginia's redbud had burst forth in its full glory surrounded by the ever cheerful forsythia. Here's a picture of redbud for those of you who aren't sure what it is. Once you see the brilliant magenta blossoms you'd never forget it!
The sight so coaxed me towards it that I had the gumption to go pick some at 6:00 after our work was finally done! I recently found out that redbud is edible, and our salad with dinner simply screamed for some blossoms to finish out the teensy radish tops we had thinned! I braved the rough road barefooted (because my feet insist on wearing no shoes!) and went to Miss Virginia's yard, entirely intent upon gathering the blossoms for dinner.
But I was not the only person who wished to have some redbud with their supper. There was a myriad of busy little men in yellow and black striped suits who hummed angrily over my presence and pushed me aside rudely. They were not gentlemanly in the slightest, and simply would not allow me to get within ten feet of their beautiful supper!
So I had to go home without the blossoms. :(
But I didn't mind too terribly, and I picked dozens of Quaker Ladies on the way home to press.
That wasn't such a bad exchange, was it? :) ~Rachel
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Dear Rachel! How sweetly you put things. :) The pictures were lovely. "Oh, the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy,
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Ma Nature's lyrical, with her yearly miracle
Spring, Spring, Spring. All the hen-folk are hatchin'
While their men-folk are scrathin'
To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival.
Each nest is twitterin',
They're all baby-sitterin',
Spring, Spring, Spring. It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life,
Every family has plans in view.
Even down in the brook the underwater life
Is forever blowin' bubbles too. Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it,
Even birds of a feather show their clothes off together.
Sun's gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,
Spring, Spring, Spring.
Oh! I love Seven Brides For Seven Brothers! Thanks for changing the font, Rachel and Sarah, it was a little difficult to read. How big is your garden? We have four raised beds, but they aren't extremly large. ~Kelsey
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