Hannah scores a new “dusty rose” colored hat for spring
Recently, some folks from Montville and Liberty joined together to have a day of swapping. We had been talking about it for sometime, and finally the word was spread and a date was set. The Liberty Town office allowed us to use their building ( Thank you Liberty !). Friends gathered with their potential swaps, tea and scones and cookies were made and eaten, and trades were negotiated. Most impressive was the thoughtfulness and fairness shared by swappers. Relatioships being far more important than heading home with a good trade. Well, that’s Montville and Liberty for you. Here are examples of some of the swaps:
Be well, denise
“If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of life more than the starvation … Continue reading →
This time of year we begin cooking up one of our favorite early spring perennials……Jerusalem artichokes. I think our original tubers came from Kia and Mac George, just a few to throw in the ground, along with a gentle warning not to plant them too near our vegetable garden. With advice taken, we planted them out back and a good distance away from anything else. Yes, they have grown in numbers. Yes, some years after beating them back and letting the pigs eat them, I wonder why we let them continue. Because we love eating them. Because we love the thought of having a native perennial plant that can feed us. Because, in the earliest days of spring, the idea of digging into the soil which we’ve longed to get our hands into, and bring up something edible, is just pure delight. And because we know, that come fall, their tall and beautiful sunflowery blossoms may be the only colorful thing left standing. So my advice……find yourself some sunchokes, roast a few for dinner, and plant the rest. ( with Kai and Mac’s gentle caution in mind ).
be well, denise
Towards the end of March, when winter seems way too long and the snow is old and dirty, I dream of bare ground and spring breezes. The reality, however, is never quite as romantic as I envision. For one, the disappearing snow reveals bare ground with broken branches, ruts, as well as various items forgotten on the ground when the first magical snowstorm appeared last winter. Before the greening and the flowering bulbs, spring presents me with visions of fences to be propped back up, litter lost for months under white blankets, and hosts of other projects to be done to turn the yard back into the fantasy I have been remembering. What is also always true is the delight of being outside without mittens and gloves and heavy jackets, smelling fresh earth and muddy ponds, hearing new bird calls as old friends return, and feeling the warmth of the sun on bare skin. This year I discovered one of the weeping willows I planted about 10 years ago had snapped in half during one of winter’s storms. I also found purple crocus blossoms where I had not planted them, pushing up around an old stump. It is a season of renewal and also a reflection on the tolls of the past year. I like the reminder of the balance of spring.
Enjoy – Debbi