let it rain
You can see the Brazilian broccoli –Piracicaba – against the hoophouse wall on the right, and beside it a row of ‘Music’ garlic, slower to mature than our main crop of ‘Spanish Roja’. The tub holds border gladiolus for the August wedding. The spicy fragrant Dianthus in front are best known as Cottage Pinks (on the right) and Cheddar Pinks (left). Both are from Annie’s Annuals, my favorite nursery for perennial flowers (I’m likely to start annual flowers from seed, but go to Annie’s for dependable and unexpected repeat performers).
Outdoors, whenever the soil dries out enough, we pull weeds and dig in compost. A third of the garden beds are ready but too cold for the seeds we want to plant. Another third are weeded but need compost, and the rest are too wet even to pull weeds. We’re resorting to starting seeds in flats indoors that we would rather plant direct – corn, wedding sunflowers, millet and sorghum.
I have to admit I’m experiencing all this not as a hardship but as a welcome organizer and pace-slowing device. Weather can be great that way – there’s no arguing with it. I remember that last year, with a more normal headlong spring, the hoophouse was neglected while we readied garden beds. This year it’s pretty fabulous, like the greenhouse of some other more fastidious gardener, while the orchard, for instance, still features five-foot-tall grass blocking the paths. Even the hens are having trouble getting beyond the entrance.