May Flowers (as a Metaphor)

While I was complaining about the rain in April, other people were working on their urban farms. Here’s Zach and Clara’s first garden in this location plus the fence she built plus the chicken coop and chicken fence she built. (Life is more complicated if your urban farm includes cats and dogs instead of a pair of sensible urban goats.)

 

 

 

Being Clara, she painted stones to use as permanent row markers. I usually use the paper packet the seed came in, which dissolves into soggy nothingness at the first rain.

 

Other good jobs for April? Building a pea trellis from dead branches that will transform into a leafy green playhouse by June like Gus did. Helps if you have a three-year old to keep it occupied.

 

 

 

 

And for everyone who accepted a packet of Grandpa Admire’s organic, heirloom lettuce seeds, here’s what you have to look forward to. Thanks Anna! A May flower indeed.


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