Rain, Rain, Rain

There is not much to report from Grandma’s Garden these days because incessant rain has kept me from doing a lot of what I had hoped to have done by now. No lettuce in the ground and no peas planted.

Nevertheless, there are signs of spring everywhere.

The daffodils, narcissus, and crocuses are blooming. Sadly, the daffs and narcissus appear to be bowing their heads to the rain.

The heather seems to be enjoying the spring showers.

Gerry braved the rain today to install three new raised beds and my new greenhouse. (I’m very excited about this new addition to our yard!

We took a trip to Reber Ranch today to check out the new chicks and chicken coops. I’m still wishing we could have a couple of chickens, but I guess that will have to wait until we retire in a couple of years.

If you’re looking for me next weekend–rain or shine–I’ll be out in the greenhouse!

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I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. My father read an article on raised bed gardening in the 60s and decided to plow up part of our backyard (we had an acre of yard, so no problem) and he planted a ton of raised beds. He had great success, but Mom refused to join him in his gardens and because it was not as much fun gardening without Mom, he finally reseeded the yard after a year and went back to the old-fashioned way of gardening with Mom by his side. I found out 30 years ago when I moved to Texas that gardening is not as much fun here as it was in fertile Pennsylvania.

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