Sunday was not a day of rest for anyone, as far as I could tell. Here on the New Hampshire Seacoast, we experienced some record high temperatures accompanied by bright sunshine. Convertibles, surfboards, flip-flops, and tube tops were everywhere. Fourth of July–like traffic reminded me that things in the rear-view mirror are closer than they appear.
Someone who knows tells me it’s going to be an early spring and judging by the traffic at Skillin’s Greenhouse in Falmouth, Maine, yesterday, I would agree.
At the Hampton Victory Garden, lots of gardeners came out to inspect their gardens and I joined them in the afternoon. The rain barrel was in place, thanks to the secret garden angel who is worthy of an individual blog post. The tulips by our sign are peeping up; let’s hope the deer don’t eat them this year.
It was a spoonful of the gentle tonic needed, but it made me a little nervous and a little impatient. That’s how gardening is here in New England. When the door of spring opens, gardeners have to run out and garden like crazy because the season is short in comparison to other parts of the country. There is so much to be done.
Like I said, I am impatient and I’ve got the hat to prove it. My father’s got the t-shirt. I am my father’s daughter.
Did you work in your garden yesterday?