But I Know You’re Thinking of Me/Cause it’s Just About to Rain

Spring has come, and so has the klonopin, so the end times look awfully pretty from right here and now, to be honest – and every day smells strongly of daffodils.

‘In the holding tank
I built myself
It’s feeding time’

This will be our seventh summer in this house and it really feels like last year and this year are the big tipping point for the land to be able to finally start to thrive. Last year the goldfinches came for the first time and the forsythia bloomed, then put on triple their previous mass. It rained and rained and rained and rained without pouring and flooding, and I spent week after week planting wildflowers on top of wildflowers. Last year was the first year we were able to really successfully germ wildflowers and there were so many.

‘The endless string of summer storms
That lead me to today
Began one afternoon with you
Long ago and far away’

So far this year, chestnuts came and three out of four look not only alive, but happy. Even a week after planting them. I found beechnuts while I was taking an emergency shit in the woods a couple of weeks ago _{<all the public restrooms in my state are apparently closed>} and went back last week to find more, now that I know what they are. The hazelnuts I planted last year are leafing out and most of them survived. The ramps are the closest to happy they’ve ever been and the Aruncus dioicus are all coming back. No sign of Actea racemosa yet, but the Sambucus racemosa is leafing with vigor _{<we didn’t plant those; the birds must have>} and at least one Caulophyllum thalictroides is coming back. Every Aquilegia sp we put everywhere is returning with gusto. Myrica pensylvanica is just about to break bud. Helianthus maximiliani is just poking its head up right on schedule with its cousin Helianthus tuberosus. No evidence the paw paws survived, but it’s still a win for me; I had never tried to start a tree from seed before and now we know that part is totally doable. Lupine is coming back in the back field. The caraway I almost forgot to plant looks magnificent already. Eryngium yuccifolium is coming back with gusto.

‘And someone
Leads
The Beast in on his chain’

Last night Mister and I saw five bats at dusk. We have never seen more than three at a time since we’ve been here.

‘But I know you’re thinking of me
Cause it’s just about to rain’

Most importantly, I prepped _<almost> four beds and planted peas yesterday and cleaned up some of last year’s garden stems. Also, last night was Zoom night for the friends group, I made myself artichokes for dinner which came out perfect, we drank a bunch of wine together and at about 10 pm I suddenly realized Mister had put on a kilt earlier, then later cologne and when it dawned on me that he’d been sexually displaying all day, I immediately bailed out of the call and took him right to bed and got him to rearrange every single one of my internal organs. It is beyond good to have a sex-blurry morning after to follow up a pretty perfect day prior.

‘So I won’t be afraid
Of anything
Ever again’

Yesterday was a good day and we are well on our way to be able to provide a lot for our own needs for this year and subsequent years. Whatever happens, we’ve put the work in and maybe that will matter.

‘And I feel like someone’s lost child
As the guards lead me outside
And if the clouds are gathering
It’s just to point the way
To an afternoon I spent with you
When it rained all day’
– Mountain Goats