One of the things that I missed most about the NW was the unfolding of spring. Don't get me wrong - spring was hands down my favorite time of year in Phoenix. There were lemons to pick and parks to visit and quilts to spread on the grass while we sat and read books and drank iced tea and enjoyed the 80 degree weather. It was pretty fabulous.
Spring here, however, has been a lot of rain. It's been downright dreary and grey and cold. It was a little bit of a shock to the system, to say the least. So why did we hightail it up to Portland when we could have enjoyed another month or even two of pretty but increasingly warm Phoenix spring?
For the promise of spring growth that beckons us slowly into the glorious summer season. Because in Phoenix, spring is an end to the nice weather for 5 months, and in Portland it's just the beginning.
We started a garden as soon as we got here - Jeff built two 4x8 raised beds and we filled them with compost and enriched topsoil. We waited semi-impatiently for the temperatures to warm up just a bit so we could plant the early spring seeds at the end of March. We planted and we watered and we watched and watered some more. And look!
That's the tiny beginning of a brussels sprout stalk. Now there are many more poking their way up out of the soil, along with lettuces and mustard greens, kale and chard, leeks and beets, carrots and peas, garlic and potatoes, fennel and herbs galore. Still to be planted (again with the waiting for it to be a bit warmer still) are the cucumbers, later season carrots, broccoli, beans, summer squash, tomatoes, and whatever else we can fit. I think we're building one more bed. Or two.
Those lettuce leaves are getting closer and closer to needing thinning and eating. I'm picturing a teeny tiny plate of microgreens lightly dressed and served at Easter dinner.
On Sunday the clouds finally moved along for a few days and we've been able to revel in the glory of spring while working in the yard and walking around the neighborhood enjoying everyone's flowering trees. We lack a flowering tree. Must fix that.
We admire our neighbors yards - especially this one - and dream of things to come. Because spring is just another word for dreams and possibilities. Welcome, spring. I've missed the real you.