All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar. Helen Hayes
It has been a topsy turvy spring in the gardens of Camp Moneypit. New England in April is usually grey and wet and cool while May is when you blink and there are blossoms, buds and blooms.
This year April vacation was like a week in June and now this weekend before Memorial Day is cool and damp. It is no wonder then that the trees that burst out of their winter sleep to turn their faces to the warm sun now look a bit like they want to roll over and go back to sleep.
For the gardens of Camp Moneypit this is a BIG spring. I spent the better part of last May and June making daily trips to the nursery fillling every inch of Silver Girl the miata with pots and pots to transform the endless empty grounds. After a spring of digging, planting and planting, digging some more, planting some more and summer days watering watering watering watering, I watched out the window as all my new "kids" got battered by snow and ice and wind and cold all through the winter. Believe me if I could have pulled them inside with me and fed them chicken soup I would have. For weeks this March and April I didn't dare look at the baby flowering pears, cherries, dogwoods and crabtrees. How could they make it through, they are so young and the winter was mean ?? I could see that the rhodies and azaleas and mountain laurels did not look too pleased, and the boxwoods that were green all winter suddenly were turning jaundice...so of course I began to worry about the "big guys". My hopes were set on my hydrangeas that rarely let me down. Their teeny buds started to sprout out so I knew they just needed some clipping and a kiss and off they'll bloom. It was the paths of dried lavender showing green and the french tulips and hyacinth popping up proudly that gave me the courage to go up close and personal with the taller residents on the block.
A sight I dreamed of seeing all those early August mornings with the hose came true. Sweet blush and rosy pink buds and blossoms were welcoming me and smiling a big Thanks for taking care of us. They made it!!!!!!
Welcome to the Gardens guys...you did good! Move over cause it's time to head to the nursery!
