Spring!

    

            It may be a cold, late spring in the Willamette Valley, but Spring is coming. The daffodils are all blooming. Tulips are beginning.  The plum trees are snowing petals on the paths, which confuse the chickens. “Can I eat it?” they wonder and peck. There are eggs every day in the coop (or out of the coop, if they have escaped). I have transplanted the lettuce and peas, kales and cabbages, into the south side bed, which is the warmest place in the yard. Inside the greenhouse, the tomatoes are bumped up into gallon pots for ours and four inch pots to give away. Other plants are also waiting for homes—a few cabbages, broccoli, and radicchio are sitting on the shelf. I’ve begun the next round of starts with the early summer greens but they are sitting inside, waiting to go to school on Monday morning.  And, yes, the wet grass needs a mow and the lawnmower needs to be sharpened. Spring. It comes, as always, in a rush.