SARAH SHEPHERD PHOTO | Bees and their queen on the move in May.
I have learned that there is no hiding when Mother Nature has something for you to experience. There are moments to witness and lessons to learn within each and every season. If you are willing to be present, you will find that nature is full of surprises.
I have been quietly working in my garden, the May morning is warm and clear. Birds are singing, and the essence of spring is awake with every flower unfolding. (more…)
CHARITY ROBEY PHOTO | The author and chef’s horseradish crackers.
April is a difficult month for locavores. At a time when green shoots are coming up everywhere, and fruit trees are blooming, there is nothing green to eat, nor fruit to pick. The only edible things coming out of the earth in this season must be dug up, and that’s why horseradish is my subject. Planted in the spring, it grows all summer, fall and winter until a year later, it’s a root that looks like a shillelagh and acts like smelling salts.
Think of horseradish as Long Island mustard. (more…)
BEVERLEA WALZ PHOTO | Thia Hatchet with her award-winning flower design.
The Garden Club of Shelter Island celebrated over 20 years of Daffodil Shows on April 22 with a spectacular assembly of blooms at Quinipet Camp & Retreat Center. The show was adjudicated by nine American Daffodil Society judges from around the country.
CAROL GALLIGAN PHOTO | The daffodils outside my front door — they cheer me up both coming and going. Wherever else you plant, a few where you see them on the way in or out is at least one of the ways to go.
Finally, finally, finally…
The red buds have opened, the forsythia is “syth-ing” and the early daffodils are up and out everywhere. Not only that, but it’s stopped raining almost every day – in other words, spring seems actually to have arrived. (more…)
CAROL GALLIGAN PHOTO | A planter in the corner of my balcony and the poor little crocuses trying their best. Most likely doomed!
If this is supposed to be spring, my inclination is to rewrap it and return it to sender, marked “Damaged in transit.” No resemblance to what I ordered.
However, history tells us that the famous Blizzard of ’88 (that’s 1888, not 1988) was in the second week of March, so we’re right on the mark, time wise, to be miserable. Fifty-five inches of snow fell then and 400 people died between Washington D.C. and Maine, if you can believe Google, so I guess we shouldn’t complain too much. Although to be honest, I like to complain and firmly believe it’s good for you, as in forget that “stiff upper lip” stuff. (more…)