Another week has passed on Whidbey Island. Another week on Lavender Wind Farm. Another week of spring. The days are finally warming up, the sun is less bashful than it has been for months. The bees, hummingbirds, slugs and snails are fat and content with the new green shoots and colorful flowers that insist on occupying every inch of ground space. The garden is getting quite 'bushy', in fact, some of the plants that were started from tiny seeds are massive - dense with edible foliage.
This past week I've been sharing space with Dean and Suzie and their two grandsons (twins of 6). The boys have spent lots of energy "helping" the adults. Helping with weeding, planting, shoveling, and surprisingly, even washing dishes (of which they insisted on washing today's breakfast dishes all by themselves).
The march to summer solstice has begun. Each night the sun moves further north along the horizon as it sets. By 10:00 the last streaks of light from the setting sun can still be seen lingering over the water. Dinner has been pushed further and further back as the sun is stalling before finally disappearing behind the Olympic Peninsula. And, as expected, dawn is breaking quite early. I wake to the singing of the songbirds as early as 4:30 some mornings. And if I dare to sleep-in until 7:30 or 8:00 it is as light as noonday!
I didn't try to save any birds this week, but I did manage to bury the latter half of a rabbit that I found under the fir tree. Must have been the leftovers from a hawk or an eagle. Nasty!
please try not to be jealous of my delicious looking lettuce, spinach, and other random greensthe bees have been pollinating, tirelesslymaking the days count is my main job