Spring is patient…
By Melanie Mar 14, 2026
The gallery wall. Photo credit: Melanie
How can you not love the first hints of color that appear in the yards, fields, and road sides. Those purple violets with the vivid colors are my favorite. It all begins with the dead purple nettle though, which I pick by the handfuls to feed to the chickens, who aren’t allowed to free range for propriety's sake. Small town neighbors don’t appreciate my freeloaders encroaching on their borders. These days I have to act like a soccer goalie, defending the chicken run door to prevent the little huzzies from escaping into the warm sunshine that was today. Yesterday, I had one offender sneak out before I could block her way. Thank goodness she was just interested in the unpicked dead nettle growing outside the run parameters, and allowed me to grab her up to give her a good talking to before replacing her with her clucking cohorts. I had to remind her we had a deal, no unauthorized excursions. We’ll have to see if she can follow the rules, for her own safety.
The next stop was the asparagus patch. Lo and behold, there was one thin spear making an appearance among the greenery I allowed to grow in that patch. Which is bordered on one corner by a spreading thornless blackberry bush. Those newer canes are starting to show some buds. I sooo look forward to those sweet juicy berries, the size of my thumb. Last year I picked enough to be able to share with one of the neighbor ladies, Phyllis. She is a joy to visit, always pleasant, and a link to “times gone by” with her memories of time she spent with my grandparents and others who have passed on.
The peach trees are showing hints of pink, trying to bust out of the tight buds. With it turning cold tomorrow, with a strong chance of rowdy weather ending in snowfall, we’ll have to wait and see if we have any peaches to harvest this year or if the freeze kills all chances of that happening. Asking God for a little grace in this area too.
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