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Scattered Seeds

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 Is this the last bit of winter weather?

One can hope.

The end, amen.

Whisper it like a prayer.

 

I thought that when I started to write this post it truly would be the end of winter and cold weather.

The snow quickly melted and temperatures soared.  We went from winter straight into summer-like temperatures.  It felt so good to have the warm sun kissing my skin.  It lasted for two days.

Just like that, it is cold again.

 

Thank you all for your kind words and support.  It really is an amazing thing to have the care of strangers out there in the blogging world.  Then again, Y’all aren’t strangers – you are friends from afar.

Oh and Miss Linda – Polish chicks.

  Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m a lazy gardener.  That’s no lie.    Also, I take an intentionally disorganized approach to gardening.  I’ve somewhat come to terms that at this point in my life, between injuries and less than perfect health and along with my preference for a carefree looking garden.  Wildflower gardening suits me.  It really does.  I scatter the seeds and pray for an amazing bountiful outcome.  And.  No weeding.

Last year my flower farming dreams turned to disappointment with broken farm equipment and a severe drought that lasted into the fall.  There were no flowers to speak of to sell at the farm stand.

More importantly no flowers for my soul.

I was way beyond sad.

Against doctors orders, I spent some time outdoors this past weekend, soaking up those 80-degree temperatures.  My butt was firmly planted on the ground and my hands dug deep in the soil.  Sure, I’m paying the price now, but sometimes my mental health needs nurturing too and the best thing for me is fresh air sunshine and my beautiful red dirt.

One of my gardening goals for this season was to put in a Lavender hedge.  It may be smaller than I would have preferred, but it is a start.  I just wish I had added sand to the clay soil before I planted, for better drainage.

I started a new wildflower area and spent joyful time scattering my seeds.  I went to bed completely exhausted but with a big smile on my face.

  There would be flowers.

Lots of beautiful flowers. I will be able to sell flowers at the farm stand this year.

 I awoke to thunder and heavy rain.  Not just a little rain, but torrential downpouring, gullywasher, flooding rains.  Several inches in just a few hours.

  Seeds washed thither and yon.  Dreams drowned.

Mr. Cottage went to the store the very next day and bought replacement seeds.  He’s good to me that way.

He’s a good, good person.

The hummingbirds have returned. Oh those tiny feet and big attitudes.   The buzzing and diving.  So good to see them again.

The lilacs are starting to bloom.  Yes, I will plaster this blog with a million lilac photos.

Last time we visited I told you about Broody Phillis.  One hatched, it died immediately and she abandoned the rest of the eggs, and that was that.

Meanwhile, two more girls have gone broody.  We don’t need any more chickens.   The day I found Shirley sitting, I got a call from a previous customer, looking to purchase more chicks.  Good timing.  Things sometimes just work out.

I’ve rambled on.

 

I must have flowers, always and always.  – Claude Monet

 

That’s all for today.

14 thoughts on “Scattered Seeds

  1. I’m glad to see you back so soon Kim … I love the lilacs too and ours will not be showing up for a while yet. I have two trees in the backyard that are at least fifty years old, but not a bud on them yet. We’re getting another shot at snow tonight 1-2 inches and they say this is the last snow of the season. I sure hope they are right. I would like to see our blah landscape, with its every-other-day mini snowfalls and these never-ending blasts of cold weather, settle into a nice pattern and get some warmth and color in here. One of the last times I planted seeds, the rain came along and washed them away. I had high hopes for sunflowers that year – got some seeds eventually, planted them and one sunflower took and I was waiting to give the sunflower “pan face” to the birds, and the weight of it collapsed and fell on the ground – came out to find the squirrels having a feast and the poor birds watching nearby. Love your shots at the feeder of the birds enjoying their snow-covered seeds. Take care and let’s keep our fingers cross that Spring is here to stay this time.

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    1. Hey Linda the lilacs that are blooming now are at least fifty years old too. The younger ones are a bit behind in their buds. Freezing temps tonight are supposed to be the last for this season. I’m of the notion to say I’ll believe it when I don’t see it. Ha ha. Yes let’s hope for spring and flowers and green and no more grey and dead brown. Aww I know about the sunflower disappointment but at least the squirrels had a happy buffet! Xo kim

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  2. Somewhere down the hill from you, there will be loads of wildflowers to brighten someone’s day. Mr. Cottage is a good man! And, dirt on your hands is always a good thing 🙂

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    1. Hi Lisa I thought the same thing wouldn’t it be great if those seeds took root somewhere and made a beautiful meadow in an unexpected place. That makes me smile thinking of that possibility. Mr. Cottage and diggin in the dirt are good for sure. Xo Kim

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  3. Your photos are so wonderful, Kim… the transition from winter to spring in your lovely montage will make it so!! Living in FL, but feeling always like a New Englander, I must admit I loved seeing the frosted trees (from afar) and the heavenly lilacs (miss that fragrance so much…) So envious of the fifty year old lilacs!!! Hummingbirds, your dear husband, wildflowers that will grow (but maybe in the next yard :), sitting in the dirt and feeling the sun…these are all happy signs of good things to come…. already looking forward to your next post!

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    1. Ah that is so rewarding, thinking my post are something someone would look forward to. Those old lilacs are a treasure and the fragrance heavenly. I’m sure New England will always be in your heart, rightfully so. Spring time gives us all hope. Xo Kim

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    1. Miss Linda the hummers are tapping their feet wanting to know when you are going to put the sauce out for them. Pushy little buggers! I’d like to think that
      Phyllis knew something about the eggs like they were not any good or something like that rather than she just gave up. I do think they know a lot more then we mere humans given them credit. I was disappointed even though we don’t need more chicks. We have several others sitting on eggs now… xo Kim

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