I bet you have been missing our posts about the beautiful Driftless Region.  I love this time of the year.  Yesterday after a roaring spring storm, I discovered that my patch of daffodils on the east side of the house have started to bloom.  Behind the house, the apple tree is pale green from thousands of new buds.  It got pretty muddy so I waited patiently until this morning to visit my little garden.  I was excited to see the fuschia and bright green heads of rhubard coming up, the dozen garlic cloves I planted last fall have sprouted six-inch leaves, and two of my herb boxes survived the winter.  The oregano and thyme are growing vigorously as well as two thick patches of chives.  Also delightful were a couple little earthworms and a particularly fast moving chubby slug.  All these, accompanied by a sweet cacophony of bird songs.


Dear March – Come in – (1320)
by Emily Dickinson

Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming –
I declare – how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me –
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –

Who knocks? That April –
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame –

Oregano, Garlic, Chives, Slug, & Rhubarb


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