I have come a long way, I can now just look at a page and say forget it, those need sun. I am starting to rethink my attempts to grow flowers on the edge of the sidewalk despite the fact that is the sunniest strip on my front lawn. I left my short metal fencing defending the edges up for the winter and they were run over and completely mangled by snow plows all winter. It feels like a losing battle.
My name is Francine Cytrynbaum. I am a social worker by profession, coordinator of day centre services for seniors in the area of Montreal where I work, live and garden. When it is not garden season I teach courses on Ethics in social work at a local university part time. I only teach in the winter semester, so from May to November I have time to garden, blog, and occasionally pay some attention to my three kids. My husband, an electrician, loves gardening in principle but is not obsessed enough with it to pull off what he wants. He has big ideas, but not enough follow through. He is great at building new beds, building me a seed sprouting area in the basement (he is working on that now), doing the big, time consuming projects but I end up doing a lot of the day to day work.
These photos were taken by my youngest daughter, Orianne, on the first day of spring, at least that was what it says on the calendar. Spring and winter dance back and forth for a while in Montreal. Everything might start to bud (trees, spring flowers) as early as March but we still have snow, even snowstorms right up to the beginning of May.