Today, I’m grateful for the time and energy to plant my garden yesterday.
Before the temperature hit eighty, I got most of my potted plants in the ground. It feels like an accomplishment. Now comes the daily watering, checking, protecting, weeding, to keep them all healthy and growing strong!
Today, I’m grateful for the means to repair the wind chime that my brother gave me many years ago.
It’s been battered by the New England weather and is not much to look at anymore. The metal pipes have detached; the strings have broken. But a little nylon fishing thread and wood glue work wonders. I hope to hang it today and hear its music again. 🙂
Today, I’m grateful for the gift of Mother’s Day plants delivered by one of my daughters yesterday.
It’s been colder than normal in New England this spring, so I can’t plant them in the ground yet. There’s a threat of frost one night this coming week. But I look forward to adding them to my gardens. 🙂
Today, I’m grateful for the melting of yesterday’s snow.
Mid-April snow is rare, but not impossible, in Southern New England. I don’t think I’ve ever seen snow on my rhododendron blossoms before. It was pretty. But I’m glad today will be warmer and much more spring-like. 🙂
I know we need the rain, here in Southern New England, but gray days with raw cold temperatures make all this social-distancing a little bit harder to endure. So, I’m thankful for sunshine sandwiched between the storms. 🙂
Its big, fat flakes accumulate on grass and cars and trees, but in the end it’s no match for the rising temperatures of spring. It’s also a nice change of scenery in the midst of social-distancing and keeping close to home.
I never ate asparagus growing up, but it’s now become one of my favorite vegetables. A few years ago, I planted some among my strawberry plants. As I look out at my garden bed at the end of this warmer-than-average February, I’m wondering when those tender green spears will start poking through the dirt. It’s hard to wait. 🙂
Today, I’m grateful for the changeable New England weather.
It’s January and just when we’ve grown accustomed to the cold we find ourselves in the middle of a warm sunny weekend that feels more like spring. The cold and snow will return, but I’m grateful for the respite. 🙂