Soggy spring

Today is the first free Sunday I have had in months. On Friday I handed in my final marks for the three courses I taught at UQAM. Yesterday I slept most of the day. Today, instead of cleaning up the yard and garden, I am going to the art museum with a friend and not feeling in the least bit guilty about it, because after all it is raining. Again. Yesterday it poured. On Thursday and Friday there were some thunderstorms too. It will be raining most of the week. There is flooding in the areas near the river. The garden is quite soggy by now, and the grass is emerald and already needing a cut though it is far too wet for my handmower. Spring has arrived, and with it the early flowers and the noise of Montreal's construction season.


The city decided this spring is the time to rip up my street and remove the old lead water pipes laid down in the 1940's and replace them with ones that don't leak and won't slowly poison the local inhabitants. We knew it was coming, as the city sent around notices last summer, as well as summer interns to test everyone's water and give us a clue as to whether the lead level in our water suggested that our own pipes may need changing. In that case, they were offering residents to hire the folks who were already tearing up our lawns to change our own pipe while they were in there, thus saving us money and encouraging a healthier population. This was very novel, that the city of Montreal should do something so proactive. It turns out that some previous owner of our house had already taken care of this business and our pipe is copper. However, the chaos and mess of road construction was still a necessary step to removing all the lead from the local water. Last full, a mere two or three weeks from the first hard frost, I came home from work to find blue arrow painted along the sidewalk in front of my house, and a little blue flag placed in the middle of the garden bed where I had some of my fanciest daylilies. Bad news. This meant at some unknown moment, a big backhoe was going to rip up my garden. In a panic, I called my ex and asked if he could help me dig up and relocate a section of the garden. As soon as possible. If the frost hit before the plants had a chance to recover from shock, I was afraid I would lose them, and had no idea when the digging was supposed to happen. He came over the next day after work and despite probably thinking I was nuts, carefully helped me move large chunks of surrounding earth with the plants and loosely stick them in a patch where I had already harvested garlic earlier in the summer. I surrounded them with hay to keep them protected, and left my front yard looking sorry and scarred. Though not as sorry and scarred as it does right now.

I was relieved that I took the decision when I got the note in my mailbox that the construction would begin in April and last for around a month, finishing just in time to transplant safely. The past few weeks have been noisy and inconvenient. The trucks start at 7 am on weekdays (even on the days when I don't, annoyingly), and have made my driveway inaccessible for the duration. Street parking is challenging too. I asked the backhoe operator if he could dig me up a new garden bed on the other side of my walkway while he was wreaking havoc on my life, which he graciously did. So I have a lot less weeding to do for the front patch of the garden this year, but I will be needing a lot of good earth and manure to enrich the rather crappy mix of mud and rocks that the construction people used to fill in the square hole above the water pipe.

With my workload being the equivalent to 125% of a full time since last August, I am really tired and have been for a while. Instead of planning my garden, it has been randomly evolving this year. Based on my review last fall of where it is safe to plant garlic and tomatoes (in my attempt to rotate crops in a rather random fashion) I realized that I have overdone both and needed to cut back amounts or expand the garden. I ended up doing a bit of both.  I had a ridiculous bumper crop of tomatoes last year, and between no time to make sauce and the fact that the biggest pasta eater formerly of my family no longer lives here, I did not feel the need to have as many tomato plants. I cut back on garlic too, but in order to balance out my huge crop of last year, I needed somewhere new to put them, so started a new patch in the middle of the lawn where I had  the huge round hay bale for a couple of years.  My challenge is to leave some areas fallow but not let them get overgrown with weeds, and to find a way to grow my lettuce, broccoli, bok choy and sunflowers without the groundhog feasting on the sprouts. Yes, he's back. I can now recognize a groundhog's track in the snow. We had our own groundhog day in my backyard. Actually, every day is a groundhog day in my back yard. And with all the rain we have been having, also full of escargot. I passed by a Canadian Tire downtown today and was very disappointed that they had no Slug-b-gone in stock. Why am I surprised? Trying another store tomorrow. I googled Canadian Tire to see where there was some in stock. Tried to find Slug-b-gone by category. Not insect control, not under pest control, garden supplies or lawn care. So I searched Slug and found it between all kinds of gun stuff. Right, more than one kind of slug. Took a minute to realize that people are not shooting the little slimy buggers.

I somehow managed to organize enough time to order a few seeds online, clean a space in my laundry room under the lights, buy some earth and started my garden indoors. I put in a whole bunch of basil, san marzano and chocolate cherry tomatoes, broccoli, rapini, bok choy or something like it, romaine lettuce and I am trying to grow electric blue lobelias from seed. Actually, the stuff that came out of the package was more like dust than seed, and five weeks later they are tiny plantlets that blew over a few more sections of the planter than I expected and are a bit mixed up with basil at present. No idea how I will transplant them in a few weeks. I may just keep them in the starter pot for an extra month.

Oh, and watermelons. That was a bit of a whim. I figured that if I was going to grow my tasty greens out of reach of the groundhog, say in the bathtub or one of the big pots, and have fewer tomatoes, I could try growing the three sisters with some of those squash seeds I kept from the mystery squash last year, and maybe even one watermelon. I ordered some seeds from Vesey's based on the shorter maturity date, and when I read the directions, I got cold feet. They were seedless. They needed another variety of seeded watermelon growing nearby in order to pollinate it or no watermelons. They need about ten feet of space. Each. They are prone to attract cucumber beetles (oh, no!) So just as I decided to give up on cucumbers, I am going to invite them beetles right back into my yard. Not looking promising. I bought another pack of watermelon seeds anyways because I am not giving up that easy despite this being a ridiculous idea whether it works or not, and planted two seed of each. Maybe I will sacrifice the lawn.  

So the seeds sprout and the watermelon sprouts look suspiciously like basil. I definitely can recognize a watermelon seed, so I figure it is a coincidence. Until this morning, I notice something new starting to pop up in that section and I realize the things have a long incubation period, and the basil seeds washed around to the watermelon section when I watered them. Some reassembly required.

At Passover, my cousin Murray mentioned he had a bag of onions that started to sprout and I innocently told him to bring them by, I could plant them. I had no idea it was a ten pound bag. And they were pretty mature plants all enmeshed in the bag. Had a fun time planting them, but decided to put them in the area under where I grew beans the last two years. Not much has succeeded there, but the onions are still alive and doing okay three weeks later. They did not all fit, so some are in the back left corner where the huge cherry tomato plants were last summer.
I also bought some really gorgeous gerbera daisies and they are sitting under the lights too, as it is wet and cold outside, and may even snow tomorrow. I am holding off on buying annuals for now, but those were too stunning to miss. I love gerbera daisies. And the groundhog never found them yet, so they may survive.

In the meantime, the spring garden has been the best one yet. We had a nice but modest show of crocuses and a few siberian squills that refuse to spread but come back loyally every year, all four of them. As they dissappeared, the hyacinths and the daffodils bloomed. I have had such bad luck with the daffodils in past years (no flowers) that this year was a real shocker, no less than six flowered! The lungwort is really lovely and started blooming a few days ago. I keep forgetting where I moved things so when they popped up they surprised me, I did not recognize them at first. The tulips are just blooming, a good week or two after everyone else's.

I expect more sun this year. The backhoe which dug up the water pipes knocked a branch or two off of  my neighbour's linden tree, and they cut a few of the lower branches off their spruce which may liberate a bit of afternoon sun onto my front yard. The huge double ash tree in the back has been feeding the flames in a bagel oven all winter I am informed, and no longer cutting several hours of sunlight on my back yard. I am still in mourning for that spectacular tree, though. It captured starlight in its leaves and pulsed with life. It leaves behind a huge empty space and the view in the back has become so much more urban ugliness.

I spoke to Iulia a couple of days ago asking if she will be ordering a pallet of bags of earth again this year, and if so can I go in with her and split the delivery cost. This morning she and Ovidiu went to Reno depot, and told me that the cost of the earth was not the lowest but the manure was $2 a bag so they were getting a pallet and a half. I committed to the other half pallet. A real shitload so to speak. I still need to buy earth, lots of it because I need to redo the right front corner of my flower garden as well as a new patch across the walkway (thank you Mr. Backhoe driver!). That's my next trip to Walmart.