May and June
Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights.
The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin.
Yes, and so this morning I have put some sweet pea seed to soak
(I know it's late but the the first batch didn't take)
and I will go out and make a nice earthy trough for the sunflower seed, just outside the
fence. In my mind's eye I can seen them leaning their lovely heads across the top,
in discourse with we who will enjoy
the privacy that their large leaves bring to the back garden.
I am not impressed with the seed to be planted, - scrawny little things, but hopefully they will grow. I regret not saving some inventory from the Sunflower Bar and Grill we had in the garden on the hill, but the birds came in such flocks they left contented, with their tummies full and the seed heads bare.
We used to have Seedy Sundays here, where you could go and buy all sorts of exotic and healthy seeds that thrifty people had saved from their garden plants, but that seems to have gone the way of Fall Fairs and other bucolic happening.
I'm not sure where the big seed companies get their inventory, but in these two packages of sunflower seeds it looks as if they swept them off the floor, alas....
Well, now I have complained enough, - it is time to get the poor wee things in the ground and see if they respond and we will have sunflowers such as these below against the bright blue of the sky.
It is very chilly here at nights, and in the late afternoon if the wind
comes up it almost feels like March. There is still snow on the high hills
and everybody is storing their bedding plants until it all disappears, - the snow, that is.