Lately I’ve been noticing how the light is visibly returning. There is no denying it, if you look it up you can see that every day is a full two and a half minutes longer and just keeps getting longer each day. When I walk my son to the bus stop in the morning, it’s no longer completely dark, and the sun is just starting to rise. When we eat dinner at night, the sun is just setting, the blue of twilight showing through the windows. This is something you can count on. In a world plagued by inconsistencies, this is a blessing and not a small one. It is something we can all agree on, a difficult proposition of late.
In the balmy and sun-soaked afternoon yesterday, I went for a walking tour of the maple sap jugs. Some buckets have a quart or two in them already and some have very little. I’ve noticed that the birds, chipmunks and squirrels are very active lately. For the past two weeks, we’ve had huge flocks of crows visiting the pond on our property; they are partially migratory, so I wonder if they are passing through? In the sunny front flower beds there are quite a few green things sprouting up, and a few things didn’t even die off completely. In the herb garden, the sage and thyme are still pretty healthy looking, though the rosemary certainly died. Sometimes plants will make it through under a thick blanket of snow, but we’ve not really had that lately so it’s a testament to this warm wet winter that so many things are currently green. I couldn’t help but to check on the ramps patches, as my theory is that ramps will not come out until it’s really time, and thankfully they are still asleep.
I walked by the garden as I headed back to the house, noticing the strawberry leaves getting green, and I thought it wouldn’t be long until we see the rhubarb crowns. It’s certainly not too early to start thinking of planting spinach and peas. I checked my garden journal, and in 2017 I started planning the garden in earnest on February 20. My notes read: Very warm week. Snow almost all melted. The seeds were in the ground by the 28th. My mother used to plant peas on March 17, St. Patrick’s Day. I keep on wondering: when do anomalies become the accepted norm?
Fantastic Fungi is playing at the Rosendale Theatre on Saturday at 5 p.m. I have still not seen this, and I can’t go to this screening. If you are in the same boat, there will be another screening in March. I think it’s on Fantastic Fungi Day, March 26, 2020. I hope to celebrate!
A developer wants to open a concrete fabrication plant on Route 28, and there is strong opposition to it, as the parcel of land in question is right in the middle of state lands and newly acquired property that were slated to be connected as a contiguous preserve. It amazes me that anyone would think this plant would be a good idea, or that there weren’t other places to put a concrete plant. Sadly, these kinds of things are happening everywhere.