Throw Me a Worm

I've got spinach, collard greens, radishes, potatoes, peas and Swiss chard poking out of the ground. The spring bulbs are over. Make way for the late tulips and early summer perennial flowers. Everything is greening up nicely except for the roses, which are acting fragile and refusing to open their leaves until what? And don’t even mention the hydrangea, it still looks like a bunch of sticks. I know it’s alive because the buds are insidiously enlarging and when I scrape the woody stem it is green underneath.

The green house is a lovely place, out of the wind and the biting bugs, which have just started to hatch, to spend a few minutes or hours soaking in its warmth, admiring the tomatoes, noticing the yellow flowers on some of them and smelling their delicious earthy smell. A comfy chair and a book would not be out of place in here.