It was a full weekend with friends and fellow farmers and various other visitors pulling in and out.
Over the weekend I met a customer at our farm stand; that is a new neighbor. She told me that her family is just getting ready to embark on their farming dreams. They bought the land and an old farmhouse, which they are fixing up.
I felt so happy and excited for them as she shared some of their ambitions with me.
I felt a little pride too when she told me how much she liked our farm stand and that it was inspirational for their future farm plans.
Every nook and cranny seems to be buzzing with bees. Their legs, thick with pollen as they dance from blossom to blossom on the fruit trees.
Oh yes, spring is finally here.
A first, ever so humble harvest of lavender. Simple bliss.
We divided and transplanted peonies and iris over the weekend.
I’ve wanted and needed to do this for quite some time. It was a struggle for both of us.
We worked side by side and got the job done. Well sorta, there’s more to be done. That’s for another day.
It took me 3 days and a beer to dig 75 holes in which I dropped gladiolus and oriental lilies. Dreaming of bountiful fragrant bouquets later this summer.
I’m crushing on Dimantina clematis and waiting for it to scramble over this old rusty gold headboard.
On the back side of the headboard, an old child’s wagon planted with zinnia and cypress vine seeds.
Sugar snap peas, just starting to reach for the fence. They are one of my favorites, but I’ll have to be quick to harvest in an effort to outsmart Papaya as they are his favorite too.
I found the silver spoon while cleaning the shade garden which has become overgrown with weeds and volunteer trees.
I believe the spoon to be the last bit from one of my homemade wind chimes the rest of it long ago blown away.
Inscribed on the handle – St. Luke’s Guild.
I was curious, so I did some research.
The Guild of Saint Luke was the most common name for a city guild for painters and other artists in early modern Europe, especially in the Low Countries. They were named in honor of the Evangelist Luke, the patron saint of artists, who was identified by John of Damascus as having painted the Virgin’s portrait.
A cold rain has settled in for the next few days.
That’s it for today.