All the flowers are popping out and the grass is green and growing fast.
Jesse and Margaret do a wonderful job of keeping the yard so pristine. Time will move slowly if you just relax in the hammock or sit in the new wicker swing that hangs from a pecan tree of this charming inn in North Carolina’s rural coastal plain.
The annual pilgrimage to Virginia Beach in search of the elusive heirloom white eggplants has been made. The Cook’s Garden is planted, so now we just pamper the seedlings and wait for the produce.
The sturdiest perennials like the peonies, tradescantia (spiderwort), ginger lilies, everlasting sunflowers, old garden phlox and the herbs are up and fighting for equal space in the garden.
Ginger lilies are just popping up, waiting to perfume the night air. And the red poppies of Georgia O’Keefe are blowing like the poppies of Flanders Fields.
I miss my dad and my cousin Bobby G. in the spring. They both used the Old Farmer’s Almanac religiously. Even after my father died, I could call Bobby G. and ask him if it really was all right to plant potatoes on a certain day. And he would tell me. The planting is tied to the phases of the moon, and only on certain days do you plant root crops and different days for above ground crops.
So begins spring at
Big Mill… we just enjoy the outside, never forgetting to sip lemonade under the shade of the old pecan tree.