As His Grace and I left the ranch last Friday for New York and parts East for a few weeks, I felt a twinge for the days of early spring I will miss there. Here’s an idea:
Surely these wild sweet peas came last year, but dawg if I remember them. That’s the thing about wildflowers, you never know. There’ll be a million of ’em one year and zero the next. We have to celebrate the moment.
[Update 6/19/14 – In revisiting this post, I have a quick correction: The plants are not volunteers, after all. They are fava beans and yes, peas, planted to ameliorate the soil with nitrogen and other things grapes like. Thanks to readers who’ve lived here a lot longer than I have, and to my finally getting to asking our vineyard manager about it. Learning, learning every day. :)]
And just for fun, the day before we left, I painted a view from the road on the way to the barn. You can see the mist from the ocean about 15 miles away, and in the tree branches and grasses the bright yellow-green shoots of new growth. Spring! New life!
And just for fun again, I threw a few seeds in the ground to see what would happen. I’ll keep you posted. The picture is upside down for good luck. (And because I can’t figure out how to right it without doing the whole thing over, and you know how lazy I am.)