It’s the First of May!
That is what my father used to say.
Here at Wishetwurra Farm, Mayday was cool and partly cloudy, and we expect to just miss a frost tonight. We suspect that the Airport, out on the outwash plain, will not be so lucky. An hour or so after sunset, it’s already down to 43° out there.
Let’s climb that ladder, OK?
Grab the camera, and get up there quick, because the light is nifty!
The middle zone view shows more digging and bed preparation. The strawberry beds have been cleared of dead leaves, and weeded. There are some flower buds to be seen, so maybe we’ll get some berries in June!
And here is the north end.
While the Cuba and the Arctic bask in record heat, we’re still Chill. Spring here this year is backward. Sooner or later it will warm up, maybe next week, but a slow-moving monster low pressure area in the Atlantic has been throwing cold and damp air at us for days and days now.
In the greenhouse seedlings are poking along, waiting for their turn to move out to the main garden.
Inside the house, on shelves in the south facing skylights, the tender annuals are coming along.
Outside, on the grounds, other signs of another season may be found.
The hummingbirds arrived, and blur about the yard.
We can occasionally focus on them when they stop at the feeder.
We’re wicked happy that they’re here.
May. But it still feels an awful lot like March.
Sooner or later, summer will be here.
Let’s hope the June report will be a lot greener.