The gift basket was filled with annual seeds, gardening tools, gloves, even a cute garden gnome.So this week, in the midst of revision-problems that have been giving me fits, I’ve been taking breaks to go outside and “play” in the dirt. I’ve found it’s a great way to work out plot issues, and I’ve been enjoying the May flowers as an added bonus.
This is my crop of lilac bushes (the photo is from last year, but you get the point). Lilacs remind me of my childhood; I think they’re very “New England.” White lilacs were part of my wedding bouquet, and I remember that every time I looked at them that day, they made me happy.
Blueberry bushes are another New England favorite. My dad planted four for us in our miniscule back yard. Right now, they are budded with flowers and dozens of bees are hovering over them, pollinating, but in June, Dad will stop by for a morning of helping me stretch nets over the plants so the birds won’t eat the ripening berries.
Here’s a photo of last August’s crop. The berries taste great in pancakes and smoothies. I can’t wait!
Another favorite plant is of Lily of the Valley. I do nothing special to take care of them, and yet they blossom every year, smelling great. Lily of the Valley reminds me of my grandmother, who died when I was 17. Her backyard was covered in them every spring. When we sold her house, we transplanted some of her lilies, and the flowers in my yard are descended from hers.They remind me of her, and they make me smile, too.
(I don’t have a photo of the lilies, but here is Otis the Cat with a pot of spring herbs.)
I’d love your comments. Do you have any garden memories? If not gardening, what tasks do you do to think out knotty problems?