It's early spring. The water is rushing into the gorge and spewing from the waterfall down below. Yet, there is a degree of uncertainty about it all as the days go from frigid to warm and back again. We're behind with the indoor seedbeds and I'm looking at the high prices for hothouse plants in Wal-marts, Lowe's, Home Depot and the various local gardeners. The high prices are caused, in part, by the rising energy costs for transport, storage, and even for greenhouse production. It would have been a good year to get plants from seeds and I'm hoping it's not too late.
My obsession for the past three years has been Provence Lavender. Obsession comes from not being able to obtain any. So I bought some seeds this year and put them in a seed box. The minute I do that they pop up in the stores for $3.00 a plant. They are healthy plants. The pent-up lavender emotion of three years compelled me to splurge. Long before the flowers show, lavender has a wonderful, pungent smell that wafts in the air and clings to your fingers.
We've decided to expand the garden farther out into the law area behind the house. That involved skimming the topsoil grass off with the loader and moving it to a bare spot alongside the house. We quarreled about the kind of deer fence we'd put up, settling on something thin and unassuming.
We had a trillium at our old house and now we didn't so we planted a package of trillium seed in the shade beside the foundation. Ditto, the snakeskin orchid. I have no clue about either one, and these do not always flower in the first year.
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