Today I love the deck in the morning, bathed in sunshine and awash with happiness as we eat our breakfast there and discuss the day ahead of us. I love that our garden is a wonderful things to be surrounded by, parts of it under construction and other parts happily doing what they’ve been doing for some years and various other areas of it falling somewhere in between those two extremes. I love that we are eyeing parts of our back lawn with the intention of delawnifying them and then subsequently gardenifying them and they should be fearing our plans if lawn is what they like to be. I love that we are perfectly prepared to start new adventures and that those adventures always seem to end up being fun if not productive. I love that our parsnips were a spectacular failure last year but that I am contemplating researching them more seriously and trying again. I love that I grow greater respect for my parents and grandparents with each passing year, the gardens they grew always seemed to be casual afterthoughts of their chores and yet they knew how to make things grow lush and abundantly and seven of us got 98 percent of our years vegetables from less than an acre of land, I have no idea how to manage that anymore, if I ever did.
Today I love the wild and broad spectrum of birds around our place. I love that there are orioles and jays and robins, finches and wrens and many, many other feathered passerine creatures around here. I love that there are as many birds as flowers in our realm and I love that there are many flowers up and more to come. I love how some of the ornamental plants in our garden seem to wait until they feel the time is right and then suddenly spring into existence, I swear that lady’s mantel wasn’t there until it was suddenly six inches high and a foot and a half across. I love that all of this has been my pleasure to observe while I sit here on the front porch and write.
Today I love that we are really enjoying last year’s rhubarb out of the freezer, enjoying it in our porridge on the back deck while we wait with practiced patience for this year’s rhubarb to be big enough to harvest … soon, very soon. I love that I have two or three pie shells left in the freezer and as soon as the rhubarb is the right size there will be rhubarb custard pies. I love that if everything goes off on schedule I will need to make new pie shells just about the same time that we are getting used to our new counter tops. I love that I am almost “child at Christmas” excited about making pastry on a quartz topped island.
Today I love sipping coffee and eating my rhubarb/strawberry porridge in the sun on the back deck.