Lynne Irons
By LYNNE IRONS
Uncle! I have tried to do too much with this baby boomer body. It is remarkable how many different body parts hurt every morning. I hobble around for a couple hours when, not very long ago, I could hit the ground running. No matter! I’ll rest when I’m dead.
By LYNNE IRONS
By LYNNE IRONS
This may have been the most beautiful week in the garden year. The previous week’s rain combined with a sunny weekend brought out leaves and flowers in spades. I was amazed by two ornamental cherry trees in particular — next to Morrice Florist and on the Edgartown Road between Skiff and Cromwell (easily as big as the house). The row in front of the Tisbury School is coming along nicely. I remember when they were planted.
By LYNNE IRONS
By LYNNE IRONS
By LYNNE IRONS
I have a word to the wise. After a certain age, the best thing to cultivate in gardening is young friends. A big thank you to Amanda, Zoe, Sam and Marie for all their help last weekend. Hopefully we will grow plenty to eat and share. We put in four different varieties of strawberries (both June and everbearing), turnips and onions. We picked up rocks until our arms didn’t work and hoed until we developed blisters. Everyone remained in good humor, at least to my face.