We had an anniversary this week. We moved to this tiny paradise on a hill two years ago. It was a marriage of sorts, of people and place, and deserves anniversary recognition. We celebrated by digging, planting, and constructing, and generally reveling in the explosion of spring in this lovely spot of earth.
The day we moved in, the apple trees were in full bee-buzzing bloom. We had never thought to find a place with dozens of ancient apple trees and were amazed at our luck in landing here. We couldn’t have arrived at a more beautiful time of year. Aside from the apples, the lilacs and wild honeysuckle were just starting to bloom. It is a peak time for fragrance and birdsong. Intoxicating.
That first year, we could just see the blossomy tops of what appeared to be a ring of old apple trees through the brush and small trees behind the house.
We decided to clear back to those trees and open things up for vegetable gardening and a small orchard and sitting area.
It will be a work in progress for years, but has been incredibly satisfying to work on this beautiful property.
Now that we’ve been here through three blooms, we’ve seen the fruiting cycle of these old trees. We had heard that the wild trees often bloom and bear fruit every other year. And sure enough, the trees that bloomed that first year didn’t bloom the second year and now are blooming again.
This is the bloomiest year in the cycle. Depending on where in the yard we are working, we can hear the buzzing of bees in different apple trees.
It is quite loud and makes me happy. Good for the bees and good for the trees.
The past few weeks finally brought us some warmth and sun.
Green growing things, which had been patiently waiting through cold, rainy April, apparently decided to make up for lost time.
A plant orgy of sorts.
Now that the weather has improved and the soil is warming, we have been working like mad to get things planted. George also has been busy making fences. Both pups are gourmands, LOVING veggies, flowers, herbs, grass, soil, fertilizer–if we plant it, they will eat it. And they have generously shared their personal fertilizer on a few choice perennials.
So, we are putting up small fences, at least while they are young.
We have eight raised beds this year (with little dog-proofing additions), two large beds for corn, tomatoes, potatoes, melons, and squash, and a separate bed for growing flax (which I’m going to try to process for spinning). Our little orchard trees are thriving. I will transplant the apples I grafted last year to the gaps in our ring of old trees.
And my herb garden is flourishing. We are rich.
Aside from all our work outside, we’ve had visitors. Our son and daughter-in-law were here early in the month while the weather was a little iffy. But we had glorious weather and crashing waves on our trip to Pemaquid Point.
Last week, we had doggy guests. Capp’s brother, Henry, and a sweet female, Quinn, came for two days.
One day was freakishly hot, so we had dog summer camp, complete with a pool.
Our daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren will be here in a few days so we are madly trying to get everything planted before they arrive. I think we are going to make it.