May Flowers

1 May

Someone who owned our house in the past had a jonquil-colored thumb.

The front garden is simply vibrating with the pastel-hued, frilly-edged universe of daffodils.  There are peachy ones, and sulphuric ones, and burnished silk colored ones and ones that look like fireworks and ones that look like they have faces and ones that are so frilly and perfectly white that they look like they should be in a bride’s bouquet.

I wish I could take credit for their exuberant beauty, but alas, the ones I planted all came up stunted.  Still pretty, but nowhere near the majestic, naturalized beauties that some other hand lovingly dug into the earth.  I’m hoping I have better luck with the vegetables.

Because, for sure, Isaac and I are expending a lot of blood, sweat, and not-yet-but-almost tears on the vegetable garden.  And it’s starting to pay off.  There are tiny, nascent peas and lettuces and radishes and kales and chards.  It’s all very exciting.

Also exciting was dinner last Saturday, cooked on my birthday present from Isaac; my very first grown-up grill! A 22 inch charcoal Weber in black and silver, complete with hooks for hanging cooking tools and its own, snug little cover. Our first dinner on the grill (much like our first dinner at the house) was beef and salad.  But not burgers this time. Nope, this time we sprung for steaks.  Nothing fancy, just simple, interesting cuts.

And Isaac cooked them while I relaxed on the porch basking in the unseasonably warm late-day sun, beer in hand, at our brand-new outdoor table, doing more planning and scheming for the garden.  It feels more natural, for me, to let Isaac do the cooking when it’s on the back porch than when he’s in the kitchen chopping and stirring.  It’s a gift of relaxation as much as it is food.

So, short post this week.  I have lots of errands to run this morning, and then, after work, it’s back into the car to drive upstate to do more hard work and to celebrate another year with my family.  Sadly though, there will be no grilling this weekend.  No big deal.  It just gives me all the more time to plot what’s for dinner next weekend.

5 Responses to “May Flowers”

  1. Will B May 1, 2009 at 8:26 pm #

    YAYY!! A real grill!! Congratulations! And I can identify with your frustration with the plants – seems the more I try to care for mine, the more they shrink. The ones that are neglected (or hope will not fill in this year) keep getting bigger and stronger. Go figure. It’s supposed to be a bit cooler and maybe a shower or two up here this weekend, so hopefully you won’t miss much on the grill. (but the true grill chef doesn’t mind the weather!) Beautiful pics as usual – colorful and great form!

  2. bloglily May 3, 2009 at 1:36 pm #

    I have a theory — well, it’s really just a justification for being lazy — that it’s GOOD to have a garden full of things that thrive naturally. That’s what our garden is like: the stuff that was meant to grow here in northern California does well. The stuff we plant? Not so much.

    I love it that you have this beautiful house to go to.

    xo

    • ann May 4, 2009 at 7:05 am #

      Will – I *knew* you’d be excited about the grill! I’m so excited to have it in my life :-)

      Lily — Thanks. Maybe next year I’ll try your way of gardening, sounds like it makes for a less owie back!

  3. Lucy May 4, 2009 at 8:06 am #

    Those daffodils are really beautiful. I love finding things sprouting up like that.

    • ann May 7, 2009 at 5:34 am #

      Lucy — My mom warned me that there might be lots of flowers at the house and that I should control myself in planting bulbs in the fall, but I just couldn’t help myself. I’m so glad I did, but I’m even more glad that whomever took the time to plant the hundreds of others did so too.

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