Spring has arrived, bringing fierce wind, light snow and sunshine. Over the last couple of weeks here in the Sounds our temperatures have yoyo-ed between one and twenty two. But the blossom is out on the fruit trees which hopefully means – as long as the wind isn’t too cruel – peaches, nectarines and plums in summer.
I love spring. It’s so full of promise for summer and new life. Lambs abound in the paddocks I pass on my way into town, daffodils nod their yellow heads under trees and in gardens and even in random places that have me wondering how those bulbs got there.
At our place spring also means getting the vegetable garden organised. This used to be my job and I enjoy vegetable gardening. While I love flowers, actually making and maintaining a flowerbed is beyond me. Give me a packet of vegetable seeds and you’ll get a salad, give me flower plants and you’ll get a dried arrangement.
But a few years back my DB took over the vege patch and I have to say he’s better than me. That could be because he’s happy to spend hours digging and turning soil and adding wonderful fertilisers like fish carcasses!!! Like I mean, am I going to do that and then have to keep digging the smelly, rotting stuff over? Have to admit though, the results are amazing.
This is one of three areas where our vegetables will grow. Already the broad beans are in, the garlic’s been in since June and is growing well. I’ve seen trays of broccoli waiting to be planted out. Peas, beans, lettuce, zucchini, carrots, beet, peppers, onions, you name it, will all go in. Oh, and the spuds. At the moment they’re sprouting in egg cartons on the window sills of the spare bedrooms! Yes, well, what can I say?
And then there’s the glasshouse.
Here come the tomatoes. This space will soon be full of enormous tomato plants.
Then my job starts. I make pasta sauce from here to Africa, and passata, soup, relish, tomato sauce, tomato paste, etc. I love this part.
For me this is what makes spring and then summer special. I never get tired of all those fresh vegetables and there’s nothing like going outside to pick or pull whatever I chose for dinner. Beats going to the supermarket any day.
What does spring mean for you?