Olio: a miscellaneous collection of things.
Spring in the mountains brings 80ºf days with or without rain, followed by dull, gloomy 53º days with rain like today. By the time the garden is dry enough to be worked, the unfilled beds will need major weeding. This morning, another package of the heritage peas were purchased. They are going to soak overnight in a bowl of water and be planted in all the empty spaces tomorrow with hopes that we will indeed have peas this year. Perhaps a tunnel of plastic poultry net will be suspended over the top and sides in case it is critters getting them.
Before the threatened storms last night, I realized that the ten year old peonies finally decided to bloom this year. The two open blooms were cut and brought inside in case we really got the threatened hail (we didn’t).
One benefit of the cool wet weather is that the planters of herbs on deck are thriving.
Some of these will go in the ground as a permanent herb garden if the bed ever gets prepared. There are two more of the barrels with sage, flat leaf parsley, basil, and cilantro started from seed on another part of the deck. I sure haven’t had to water this spring. The Iris blooms are beautiful. Two of the ones added from our neighbor last year began to bloom this year, the third one, a reddish color didn’t come up. I’m sure another start of it can be obtained once his are blooming and we can see which one to dig. Most of mine and the daylilies will need to be divided this summer. Perhaps the divisions can be used to naturalize the driveway bank along with some more Forsythia rootings.
Yesterday was a delightful day. Smithfield Plantation House had 3 classes of 4th graders scheduled for tour and I was asked to come spin if available. As my location is in the summer kitchen/slave cottage, the opportunity to be part of the tour excited me. With one of my antique wheels there, carders to demonstrate fiber prep, several different heritage wools to show off and pulling from the never dying teaching skills, the classes got a lesson in where the food came from, how it was prepared, where the fiber came from and how it was used.
With a class at a time, sitting on the floor around me, engaged groups of 10 year olds were questioned, shown equipment, handled wool and yarn, saw two types of spinning wheels, the Appalachian Rocker Loom, old style shears, and a 150+ year old spinning wheel in use, and the iron pots and storage crockery of an 18th century summer kitchen. A teacher may retire, but the desire to teach stays on.
A busy summer is approaching with fiber retreats for me, HOG rally for Jim, a music weekend for both of us, and ending with a cruise in the fall. In the mean time, garden work is scheduled if it will ever dry out.
The coop got cleaned out between storms, but straw hasn’t been purchased to put clean bedding down, and with the rain, the chicks are still crowding on the perches in Huck’s coop each night. The double fence idea is still lurking if the weather will break to allow a better assessment of the situation.
The painful knee has behaved for the past couple of days. Hopefully to stay calm and allow the hike with son’s family in mid June.