Things get off to a slower start up here, so the vegetable garden is really just beginning to show signs of life. Granted we’ve been harvesting asparagus, lettuce and kale for a few weeks already. But to many, the garden would have looked remarkably bare until a few days ago. Progress has not been aided by the below average rain fall or the fluctuating temps.
But we’ve received some much needed rain over the past 2 days and our temperatures have been consistently warmer (a little too warm this past weekend!). With this, we’ve seen a bit of growth. I harvested the first of the snap peas, shelling peas and Swiss chard this evening. Sautéed in a little olive oil and garlic, they made a nice add to this evening’s pasta. Below are some photos from over the weekend – before the rains.
I found these two little ones in the chicken coop last evening – not a safe place for baby mice! I have no idea what possessed mother mouse to have her babies in a hen coop, nor was there any sign of mom or additional babies. These two were wandering about and I almost stepped on one of them. I suspect they’re no more than a week or two old. Their eyes are not yet open and they’re about an inch long. I didn’t have much hope that we could keep them alive, even overnight, but alas they’re still hanging in there! I went out and picked up some kitten formula and have been feeding them every hour or so.
According to what I read online, once they open their eyes, they should be able to be weaned from the formula and started on small seeds (gerbil or hamster food). They’re adorable and I do hope they make it.
Part of the joy of gardening is the creation of a habitat that is welcoming to the local wildlife. This means that occasionally (or more often than not) you sacrifice a plant or two to satisfy the natives, but generally the plants rebound and the local wildlife is satiated.
In addition to several young rabbits roaming the garden, we currently have a young woodchuck as well. He’s taken up residence under our gazebo, along with the rabbits and chipmunks. In fact, I envision a teeming NYC tenement when I think of what life must be like under there with so many bodies of different ethnicities.
“The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.” -Gertrude Jekyll
We stayed with friends while we were in CT the past few days. Their house is nestled among trees, native ferns and Cheri’s amazing gardens with a vista of rolling meadows and ridges. I could feel my entire body heave a relaxed sigh when I arrived among such beauty — the sea of green waving gently in the breeze welcoming us; the trees whispering, the many wind chimes tinkling, and the turkey and guinea hens calling out a warning that some unknown people had entered their paradise.