It has been blissful this past week at the cottage. Things are coming together and I find myself stopping every now and again to look at the progress of it all. I am smiling inside. I adore this time of year. The weather is near perfect and the root children are awake. Everywhere you look the land is yawning awake, compelled to play in the sunshine ... and like a happy rested child, is bursting at the seams with newfound energy.
The salad gardens are already producing lovely yumminess ... Mixed baby greens (I spilled the seed packets together), tender peas and pods, spicy little radishes in bright colors next to itty bitty beets and carrots.
Warm weather loving tomatoes, beans, zucchini, lemon cucumbers--the only cukes I plant anymore ::total yummers:: (pick when they are cream colored & sweet!) ... All are finally planted into the ground. Flowers are blooming everywhere and looking around I am at a loss where I can stuff "just one more plant." A short dilemma because a neighbor has dropped off a pot of bright cheerful-faced pansies to share. Instead of tucking them into the ground, I brushed the pot off and set it in the green ringware bowl on the table just inside the cottage door until I could decide. Too pretty sitting right there that I can not bear to move them ... so I expect there they shall stay.
I have been terribly busy these past several weeks (among other things my blog ::nay:: YOU have been neglected ::sigh:: I have no sound excuse to offer, but to say I can not at the moment choose to do everything I wish to) every spare moment I am home has been devoted to the garden. I need the garden. Sometimes I am outside working under only moonlight ... The sun long gone. More than once I have stopped to listen to a rustle here or there, looking up to notice I am being watched by some creature of the night come for supper. I am late with my duties and it is being made known. When did the sun disapear I wonder?
Finding that I have not yet filled their bowls they wait. They stare. Watching from a safe distance until unable to wait longer, they inch towards me to gain my attention. Once I am seen looking up, they allert with ears perked and eyes bright to see what I will do next. Will I stand and go to the cottage's back door? I can feel their big round eyes on me. The air is still with anticipation. Each creature that visits the cottage knows just inside that door sit the crocks with kibble and seeds ... They have many times seen me go inside, open the lids and scoop out the contents for them. Cut veggies and fruits are somewhere near as well they know, because the lady (me) always comes back out that same door with arms filled. Rustle Rustle. More tap dancing. Will the lady go get the food now? Will she have peanutbutter apples tonight? Dance Dance.
Sometimes they seem intent to watch me work. Food bowls filled, water to wash in ... and I go back to the garden duties. As they eat, one will inevitably grab a handful of grapes (or whatever) and come over to watch me. Munch Munch. Watch Watch. Munch. Reach. Crunch (I cringe at this sound. It is the sound of a garden snail being devoured.) And so it goes. Sometimes a little ball of fur will get so close I feel as if I could reach out and touch him. Once a young raccoon tossed me a dirt covered slice of banana. And offering of pure treasure I assure you. I was in awe and did not know if I should lean forward to take it. So it lay there in front of me, just out of reach of us both. Often curriousity catches hold and a youngster will wander too close to where I sit ... And the furballs mom is quickly heard calling out a warning. Get over here NOW ... And off they scamper. Toot sweet.
Soon they forget the admonishment, have found a sibling & are racing up and down a tree, rolling over the lawn or have discovered a flying bug to chase. This is usually the time I realize I can no longer see to plant in what light is left and prepare to go inside. Knowing tomorrow night they will return just as curious, and I will be here waiting.
Note to self: Buy more peanutbutter. And apples.
Even though the pathways around the cottage are already becoming overtaken and need my attention, most of yesterday was spent in the vegetable garden. Today will be the same. The cats will follow me out and each finding a spot of sun will bask in it's glory until the warmth moves and so must they. The sun intoxicates them and not even the hummingbirds at the feeders or finches in the bath distract them. An eye might open, but then slowly closes again. Let the birds play ... The gardens are for everyone. This is the beginning of the summers bounty.
As I place each precious seed I think of the nights sitting outside with friends around a table filled to overflow with fresh foods made from the very seeds I plant in spring. Potato salad never tastes better than from the first baby spuds of the season. I picture the candles that sit around the yard in sand filled bowls and the flickering yellow flames that hang in old jars from every tree nook, lit and burning bright. I dream of days sitting under the trees in the shade wrapped in a book and nibbling on fresh strawberries ... Of days sitting at the edge of wonder with both feet in the pond. A cottage summer.
Wish you were here.
=^..^= love, zU
PS. I have SO much to tell you. Show to you! I have BIG news. News of an ::itty bitty:: surprise which has happened here at the cottage.
I will show you in a day or so ::wink:: I promise ... I promise you pictures! A hint: It is with the perfect timing of Easter ::peep::peep:: that they have arrived.