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The Game Is On

29/4/2015

 
Pictureglaze oil 8 x 10
It doesn't seem fair to have laryngitis and bronchitis in the spring.  Just outside my studio, there's a squirrel hanging upside down on the peanut feeder,  where Mr and Mrs Wild Canary (he resplendent in summer yellow) are crunching sunflower seeds,  and a sparrow of some sort is working on the seed mix.  The ratty squirrel, who spent the winter here, is at a decided disadvantage for he is in recovery mode;  he just made a disastrous dismount into the naked deer-chewed euonymus instead of executing the elegant leap he had planned. I watch this carnival through the casement window like the little rich boy in The Secret Garden, if he had reeked of Vicks and descended into paroxysms of coughing fits whenever he laughed.

Tomorrow I plan to break out and even pull a few weeds if I have the strength.  This is the absolutely best time of year if you want to see RESULTS in your garden.  The forested area on the far side of the house is pushing up the dozens of daffodils I have planted and the wood violets I have transplanted;  bloodroot clusters of pure white simple flowers have volunteered here and there.  I can see the leaves of the trout lilies, flowers on the pachysandra and the first hints of squirrel corn (a bleeding heart relative) and wild leeks.

The front garden is far more civilized, more's the pity, but there are swathes of scylla, whose perfect blue flowers never cease to lift my heart in early spring. The patch of bleeding heart, my childhood favourite, survived.  The perennial gardens have also grouped themselves into Great Solomon's Seal and irises and Virginia Bluebells as well as many varieties of true geraniums.

The only thing that all of these plants have in common is the ability to survive in the shade.  The wild garden continues to become more shady as the sugar maples thrive and the red oaks soldier on.   But the front will be different this year. Emerald ash borers, whom I first noticed three years ago, have killed all of the ashes in our area and the devastation is severe. On this street, the old green ashes on the other side of the street are all gone and parts of the front garden will be sunny for the first time in thirty years.  While I welcome the opportunity to grow a tomato or two (although further out of range of a dog's hind leg would be ideal), I would much rather have the ashes back.  When will cities learn to scatter their shot and plant a variety of trees species in every subdivision? Monoculture is a doomed venture.

I will leave you with a spring image, the prairie crocus.  I have to sign off now because I can take a hint:  I can't spell my way out of a paper bag this week; twice I have run through all six vowels before I got a word right.  Fine.  I surrender. 

But tomorrow THE GAME IS ON!  I'm BAACK!


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