Maybe the spring weather will arrive soon, but most plants have gotten tired of waiting and have started to grow. We were scratching around the hop plants that we planted last May and were surprised by the length of the new shoots.
Mainly because we are new to grape growing, we have been waiting for the buds to show some signs of life to guide us when we prune. Last week, we were still wondering, but not anymore – the buds are showing swelling even to our untrained eyes.
The seeds I planted in my kitchen garden have wisely stayed below ground but a few sunny days should reassure them that it is safe to start growing.
I saw one crew of pothole fillers out and at it about a week ago but no signs lately. When the awards were decided on for worst roads, I am sure that Saxon Street, just east of Middle Dyke Road, wasn’t considered, because I was on it last night and it seemed an easy winner.
It seems to me that the public would support an announcement (followed by a lot of action) by the Department of Transportation that there would be an all-out war on potholes this spring. Followed up with some repairing of the worst stretches, we would begin to catch up on road maintenance, which seemed to have been neglected in this area for some time.
There are some spring jobs on the farm that are more enjoyable than others. The job that I enjoyed the least, especially when much younger, was fencing. Those days with barbed wire and brush fences were not much fun. In later years, we had pretty well progressed to treated stakes and smooth electric wire, which were easier to work with and had much lower maintenance requirements. Now that there is no livestock on this farm and I haven’t had to fence for over 10 years, I can’t say I miss it. Especially now that I have torn down the last of the electric fencing and rolled off the wire to use in the vineyard, the fencing days are finally behind me. If my son points out to me that building trellis is a form of fencing, he may have trouble getting me to help him do it!