On Monday afternoon, the weather service warned of an overnight frost and that delicate plants could die if not protected.
Damn. I had just moved the early season's plantings outdoors that morning. So I dragged them all inside - I haven't spent the past two months preparing what I am now referring to as the “deck farm” to lose everything to Maine's delayed spring.
It began in mid-March when I obtained this mini-greenhouse and sowed the seeds of what I intend to be summer's bounty. If you look closely, you can see the first few sprouts in the lower left only a week after I planted them.
Yesterday dawned bright, sunny and cool although, in contrast to Monday, an 85-degree day was forecast. The pink tree across the street glowed in the early morning light.
It is high season for lilacs in Portland, Maine so I picked up a big bunch at the farmers' market on Wednesday to brighten the dining table.
And I couldn't resist these long-stemmed narcissus. (Well, I think they aren't narcissus, but close enough.) It's an indulgence to spend money on cut flowers in these tough economic times, but I miss having them in the house year 'round.
In New York, unlike Portland, there are flower stalls on nearly every corner and I factored the weekly expense into my budget when I lived there because having fresh flowers in the house makes me happy.
But back to the deck farm. Making a leap of faith that Monday night had been the last frost, Farmer Ronni again dragged all the plantings out to the deck on Tuesday. And look at this: it won't be long until I'm picking my own lettuce for dinner.
The peppers, which I grew from seed are doing well.
For several years, photos of strawberries growing in bags like these have intrigued me, so I am trying it this year. They are already off to a good start.
Although it is only about half its original size, the blueberry bush survived the squirrel attack and he (or she) hasn't been seen since.
There appears to be a bumper crop of the long-tailed, furry little buggers this year - they are everywhere - and I'm hoping they don't like onions. There will be plenty of scallions for salads and stir-fries before long.
Did you notice the neighbor's lilac blooms peeking out between the scallions on the other side of the fence? I'd have saved my money at the farmer's market if I could have cut some, but they are just out of reach and it would ruin the summer if I fell off the deck and broke an arm or a leg.
What's in your garden this summer season?
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Lyn Burnstine: The Hike