Last Sunday was Mother’s Day, and
we had a nice day, as usual. A was over at ES’ house for a sleepover, so I went
to get her, and from there, we stopped en route to get mom some flowers, with A
doing the choosing. We didn’t have a set plan, but R mentioned that she wanted
to do our favorite hike and have a picnic at the top of the summit, which has a
great view of the Valley. In the meantime, we had planned on clearing the
garden of weeds and fertilizing. I contacted BS about getting this killer
tomato she gave me last year, but she said she didn’t have them this year and
couldn’t find the seeds. She did, however, mention that she and JM were
bringing tons of free plants to the garden and we could help ourselves. Then,
of course, there was ultimate frisbee right afterward.
We headed over after lunch. N wanted
to ride his bike, so R and A drove with all of our garden/ultimate frisbee
stuff. The weather was colder than I anticipated, and the wind was howling,
making it worse, but we forged on. The garden was a bit of a mess, especially
in contrast to the other plots, which were beautifully groomed. There are some
serious gardeners in this town. We pulled weeds and worked the soil, then we
used up the organic fertilizer that we had stored in the shed. Our plan is to
use up the kitchen compost when we do the actual planting.
JM gave us a bunch of plants,
tomatoes, squash, peppers, etc. We have more plants than we know what to do
with, but that beats having nothing, right? The next step will be to transplant
them. After working the garden, JM said it was too windy to play ultimate
frisbee, so we went home and planned for our hike/picnic. We decided it was too
cold and windy to eat outside, so after our hike, we were going to have a
picnic on the floor by the fire. How’s that for New England adaptability?
The hike was nice, and though it
was cool and windy, the skies were beautiful and clear, and we had a glorious
view of the valley. Afterward, we stopped at the store and bought some bread
and cheese, and then headed home for our Mother’s Day feast by the warm fire.
Once again, a nice end to a
wonderful Mother’s Day. I even called my mom, but she wasn’t home, so I left a
message, which for the record will get me in the doghouse with her, but what
else is new?
Until the next time, thanks for
reading.
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