March 29, 2024

There are still a couple of days in March to turn this around, but today’s forecast doesn’t look too promising. Wasn’t today supposed to be a sunny day?  Ah well… The winds have been blowing for days, tossing broken branches here and there on the streets and along the wooded paths.  The story of these last remaining days of March has been rain, cold winds, rain, gray skies and more rain which translates into flooded streams, flooded rivers and flooded gardens…and cellars! 

Still, in the back yard, the rhubarb crowns are showing signs of new life.  Considering the bounty of juicy stalks it will deliver all summer, I imagine its silent prayer of thankfulness for this spring rain soaking the earth.   It will need these deep reserves for the season to come. Nature must always be prepared for the next spell of drought, and who knows when that will be.  

It’s time to shovel on the yearly dose of composted chicken manure.  As soon as the weather turns, it will grow fast and furious. It will be at its perfect ripeness when the strawberries come along in June.  Ahh, June… your name sounds to me like a dream.