Is your yard for sale?
Two days running, with big warnings and ominous clouds. Followed by nothing. I’m back in from the BBQ, watching more fog roll in. The hummingbirds were busy behind me; I paid little attention to the reddish hue of my tee. They don’t attack (do they?)
This was the local (regional) yard sale. I downloaded the catalog of sites, and after a few minutes of reading the descriptive prose, I realized… I have no need for used clothes, or a broken snowblower. Best wait for next year. I did note that a number of neighbours mentioned the sale as a precursor to moving (away). In a small community, those are sad words.
And we have new tulip colours. I was unsure, when the bulbs were buried for the first time, but the perennial feature is a feature! Now to stress over how many seasons a bulb remains active. I’d hate to go back to transplanting petunias for a “show of colours”. The tree I planted out back has leafed out; proof of the transplanted success. As for that blueberry bush, I’ve been warned that it can take seasons before any berries are added to my bowl of yogurt.
Next up, strawberries…
My dream of an orchard of bearing fruit trees remains just an idea. No pits in the ground, yet. Perhaps I should go with the expert approach, and find a good nursery in the area. Can pomegranates grow in the snow? Figs? Time to do a literature search, just to see what is available beyond sour apples.
