Spring Incidentals

2020.05.08


This week, some trees and bushes have greenery bursting out of their stems and branches.  For me, this is the next sign of spring and gives me a good feeling, knowing that warm weather and the time for setting up the garden is just around the corner.

According to those in the know, this year our new garden in the backyard should be making a show of itself.  Evidently it's the third summer of growth after planting and the trees and shrubs have set down a root system, that they can get on with growing above ground.

I’ve got to learn to talk nicely to my plants.  Words of encouragement are, evidently, more effective than a daily scolding for not producing.  It’s supposed to make me feel better too, but budding and greenery seem to be more effective at making me happy with our garden.

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Last weekend I needed some items from Canadian Tire, so I dropped in only to find the parking lot full and a line up at the front door to navigate.  I stopped and watched to see that most folks coming out of the place were carrying plants of some sort.  Too crowded for me, so I turned face and left.   When I got home, my wife and I had a chuckle about people buying plants so early.  Early for this part of the world, anyway.  We reminisced about our experience that changed our approach to spring forever.

We had arranged a Spring get away to Canmore for the middle of May, arranged a nice B&B and planned on a laid back mini-vacation.  The weather was lovely and I changed to our summer tires before we left home.  The drive into the mountains at this time of year can be perfect—warm in the valleys with snow on the peaks giving the mountains even a more dramatic look as the snow provides an outline against the blue sky.  Supper out, a dessert treat, then we ended up back at the B&B for tea and a visit with the Scottish owner.  We went to bed early, very satisfied with our lot.  The morning dawned with bright blue sky, but outside lay the evidence of a significant storm during the night—at least a foot and a half of heavy snow.  We hadn’t considered bringing our cross-country skis, so, after breakfast we trudged through the snow and ended up near the river where this picture was taken.


Three Sisters & Les-web


We made it home on Sunday, but there were some scary moments trying to navigate the highway on summer tires.  That is why we don’t trust May any longer.  We know that winter can show up again at a moment’s notice.

Esoterica:

The Darling Buds of May is the title given to a book by H.E. Bates of England, which was turned into a TV series on ITV and ran from 1991 to 1993.  The term was derived from the words, “Buds of May” which historians think was actually for the buds of the early blooming Hawthorne tree.  The ‘darling’ bit came from Shakespeare’s writing, who, in Sonnet 18, writes the following:

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
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