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Two arms full of these, please.
This is the week of the summer, actually one of two, because it’s true about next week as well, when I don’t have enough vases, despite the fact that I just bought a nifty tray, tiny little vases, eight of them, at Shelter Island Florist. All of my lilies, another late flush of roses, hydrangea still blooming… what’s a gardener to do? I can’t leave them in the cutting garden. For what? To bloom where no one will see them? That’s no way to treat a plant in bloom. So indeed, I must cut them and bring them in and I have. Running out of table space, I’ve taken some up to my bedroom as well.
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The Island has been bursting with the colors of spring and summer thanks to forsythia.
The hands of the Great Powers have painted the Island yellow, with a dash of pink here and there and a lovely sheen overhead of bright spring green. I have to try hard to watch the road, keeping my car in one piece, everything is so lovely to look at. I know it will fade eventually but this first flush of color after the boring sameness of winter feels like a gift.
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Daffodils make April worth waiting for.
And so, my fellow Islanders, we find ourselves together once again, in another spring and another year. And although it’s still quite cold, there’s warmth in the sun and the daffodils are indeed up at least six or seven inches as I write, some of the early ones even more. And I did see a robin.
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The Harvest Moon on September 24 signaled the end of the gardening season.
And so, my fellow gardeners, the season comes to a close after all that dreadful heat and humidity. At least we have cooler temperatures to sustain ourselves as we do the last chores of the season. And let’s talk about them now.
Ruth Stout planted her first garden in 1930.
The weather has been so abysmal that I’ve been driven indoors for most of the last few weeks, which is both a plus and a minus; the plus is that it gives one time both to review and reassess. (more…)