Spring Break

Before we get to the important news, the garden, let me give you a quick update on the innkeeping.

Lovely guests, one from Seattle brought me coffee beans and tea, another from Nebraska brought treats for the cats. Gifts for Gus and Lucy.....they were beside themselves with excitement.

A tiny ball and 4 pieces of ribbon/cord/string to chase. Of course all gifts disappeared with minutes of being received, probably to be found, at a later date,by Olga the housekeeper.

Olga calls Gus "Puss in Boots", said with requisite Spanish accent, well she is from Bolivia, and can often be found playing with him when she meant to be dusting.

 Or maybe she's just picking the mulch off of him, which certainly constitutes cleaning.

Because with the sudden outbreak of spring we're all in the garden(s).

One Sunday I had two neighborhood husbands helping rather digging up the mounds of scilla that were threatening to overtake Virginia.

They also removed a ring of sparkle grass that was driving me crazy and replanted several hunks of phlox.

Carlos announced my garden is a community garden. 

I did not demur.

I did agree to take him out for Thai.

We have decided we are like a mob of meerkats, leaving our homes only during the warm weather to socialize with one another and work in our gardens.

We've had our first cookout,first baby shower/rave, first drinks party, first hanging out, moving from house to house following the sun or sheltering from the rain.

We've exchanged plants and recipes, gossip and confidences.

If it feels this good to throw off the winter in Virgina what is it going to feel like in the Northeast?

Nirvana awaits.

xo J