Before the heat gets intense and the yellow flies descend, before the squash bugs make their first appearance and the weeds start growing faster than I can grab them; the spring garden is full of hope. I hope that this year we stay on top of the weeds. I hope that this year the insects aren’t quite so bad. I guess my first hope is that I manage to get everything planted. I am moving slowly, slowly.
While everyone else was at soccer this evening, I pulled up a handful of chickweed and discovered a worm snake. The first snake sighting this spring, and my kids weren’t here to see it. I grabbed it and headed for my camera, only to have to turn back to release it after a few seconds because the way it was twining tightly around my fingers was seriously creeping me out. I was sorry not to get a photo to show my kids. And I know that you guys can’t wait for me to start posting snake photos, right?
We had unexpected company this afternoon. My mom called to tell me that my Aunt Julie and Uncle Paul were going to be passing through our town on their way back down to Georgia. They pulled up to our house about forty five minutes later, a great surprise. They only stayed for a few minutes, long enough to remind us that we really miss our extended family. Silas practically leaped out of my arms for Aunt Julie, despite the fact that he’s never met her before and proceeded to give her what I would describe as kisses on her face. I’ve never had a baby behave that way before. He’s awfully sweet.
Jonny and I live very differently than our families do for the most part. It is always fun to give a tour of our place and talk about our plans. We have been making plans together for about fourteen years now. We’ve been playing in the soil and hoping for more; our plans evolving together as our family has grown. When we were college kids just married and living in a little apartment in Athens, Georgia, we bricked a big raised bed on our back patio and filled it with soil so that I could have a perennial garden. I grew hostas in pots and we had a big compost pile behind the patio. When we moved from that Georgia apartment to our home here in Virginia, we had to rent a trailer to pull behind the moving van to transport all of our plants. Most of those plants died over our first few years here as I was consumed by my early years of motherhood. My tiny corkscrew willow made it and is now a climbing tree for our kids. Jonny’s Japanese maple, the one he dug up as a tiny two leaved sapling, is about six feet tall now. Our two survivors.
Sometimes we overextend ourselves, but mostly we have a lot of fun. Sometimes Jonny takes forever working on a project and I get really frustrated with him, forgetting that it was my idea to begin with. I am sure he gets frustrated with my expectations. I am not sure what has me thinking about this today. I guess just that it’s spring, and Jonny and I are having fun. This time of year is exhausting in such a good way.
p.s. Thank you for all your sweet words yesterday about my poor little chick. Jonny helped it to a better place, and I know we made the best decision. I’m fine, it’s just the initial realization that we will have to make a life or death decision for another creature that always gets me in the beginning. It’s never easy, but there’s also no reason to stay sad about it (and it’s not a reason not to get chickens, really!) I’ve still got an adorable little flock of chicks! I’ve been getting some questions about what we are feeding and what breeds we have this time around…I’ll tell you more next week. I promise!