I believe this is the most Fragrant Spring On Record!
If you could just be here and smell all the wonderful springtime scents! You would understand WHY I talk about them so much. The beauty of nature is all round us for sure!!! But one has to look and see! With sight I think we miss so very much in this world. But with sounds and smells, ah, those are hard to miss!
Like the wild hedge roses with their heady heavy perfume smell, and the honeysuckle, oh my goodness! It is in your face when you open the door! You bet I have screen doors! Course the Privette Hedge is blooming , that hateful invasive shrub! Why IT even has a wonderful scent. Add to all that the (crazy they are too early) Magnolias and it is a riot to one’s sense of smell!!!
I love the added smell of the sheep as well as the horses and dogs!
Of course the ears are not to be left out of all this goodness! The crickets are singing as are the frogs! The chorus is sung at night by the whippoorwills and in the day time the larks and other birds take up the job! Off in the distance one can hear lambs calling Momma Momma Momma! Ewes softly answering bah, bah, bah. Here little one!!!! Then the puppies making their sounds and a horse softly neighing. Dogs in the distance bark occasionally… A cow way off as well as a mule! WAY OFF!!!!
It is an incredible time of the year on the farm!
Tomorrow I will be gardening! The tomatoes need hoeing and I will be planting as it is a good day for such according to the signs! Our neighbor Worth Winslow use to say he did not plant in the signs but in the ground! (Worth was a well known Gardner and Wonderful Neighbor and just one of the Best People Ever!!!!)
I plant in BOTH! As did my Grandma ! and with that memory I have this story to share…
My Grandpa Delk passed away in 1994…He was not a good gardener according to Grandma. He liked to do stuff from the tractor, Not much for using a hoe! Nor the patience for such work. He was an excellent farmer though…Anyway the spring after he passed I was helping Grandma plant her garden. It was hot and the garden was tilled up nicely by Emory Loflin a cousin of Grandma’s.
Anyway we were planting corn and green beans… As I was covering up the rows I kicked off my sandals and was using my feet to push the dirt over the seed. I take my left foot and push dirt and then my right foot and it is easy for me to gauge the depth of the seed and how much dirt to push over it this way. This has all ways been my way and “something” I just knew to do! No one showed me …fact is never seen anyone do it that way. I was not paying attention to anything but how good and warm and soft the dirt felt to my feet especially between my toes and how good the earth smelled. Grandma was watching and said…”Kay, who showed you to do that?” I said “What Grandma?” She said “to cover up the seed like that?”” No one Grandma it is just how I have all ways done it! ” She studied for a few seconds and said”That is how your Great Grandpa Frank Delk use to do it! For a moment I could see him here in the garden!” ” Really!” I said.”
I never knew my Great Grandpa Frank Delk he passed way before I was born! I thought it was nice to have that trait and never having known him it had to be passed through my genes! Grandma said he was a good Gardner!
