Spring chores and wild children

At last,it's time to wake up!

I've started scribbling my list of things I've got to get done. Again this year we are dealing with some deep diving to find the leak(s) in the pool liner. The guy in the pool store said it would need a whole new liner if there was more than 2 leaks! OH COME ON! My thinking is that unless they are all over the place I can make this last another 100yrs. At least. Is there anyone out there who's not trying to sell me something?
The pool is probably one of my most valued luxuries. It's my paradise. We paid more for it than any of our cars...though that doesn't mean we paid very much. It's the one place I can go and pretend I am anywhere and forget most problems. It's the one item my mom said never to buy, it would devalue our property she said. It's in it's 7th season and has been used well, mostly by me, who's secret ambition is to be a fish.

Another project is the garden. We always plan big but end up putting stuff in so many places it never shows. I've been digging a garden since I was a kid. My parents always encouraged digging and somehow the plants or seeds were always there for us. Maybe it was 10 x 12. Not exactly a field but enough to give us some sense of responsibility, some connection with our food. Bob, my husband grew up in a city and this is why he needs me, I am a farmer at heart. That and a pool liner fixer.
Unfortunately I didn't start the tomato seeds this year.I prefer them to anyone else's because they seem to grow best when I start them. They were my first science project here at home. I'd bring the cuttings in and then I played the role of the bee by using a Q tip to propagate the flowers and that's how one gets tomatoes indoors in the fall and winter in New England. I thought I was brilliant to discover this. I amuse easily. This was the earliest form of sex education, plant sex. I learned this from a woman who was born in 1900 and was a teacher. That's right, sex education in the sneakiest way they could tell us, but it went right over my tiny little mind! Of course now it's obvious.
There's also some asparagus roots that I must start. They're a perennial here so well worth the bother. They'll be popping up when the pool finally drops in 100 years.
A rose bush is another wish and I must find a good one.[or 2] Our field is literally filled with wild roses which smell like heaven in June, but I want one tame one which I can admire.
I love peonies too. Not only will they smell more powerful than a rose, they'll be pushing up every May long after the pool bites the dust. Those I spread everywhere, keeping the white one from the pink so it will stay white.
Potatoes: Those I am just going to dig a hole and put the sprouted ones from the kitchen drawer into. I'll hill them up as they grow. It's more for fun than to be a potato farmer. We do have a potato farm just down the street and they make it look like fun. It's a small family affair.
I've taken a clipping from the willow tree at the pond house. I really want a willow tree down by our end of the pond so let's hope it takes. I can already see it.

I think if someone doesn't inform you of what you can't grow you can grow anything! I recall Mrs. Popple, the now deceased greenhouse owner and friend whom I bought many plants from, telling me that delphiniums were very difficult to start. Well, not when you didn't know. Seeds, much like genes, they know exactly what to do if they are given the proper environment. They know exactly what they are supposed to be. Some seeds, like parsley, insist on being frozen and they will then germinate.Chocolate mint will stay chocolate mint as long as I don't grow it too close to regular peppermint. Wild herbs are the strongest and their vitamin content is superior which is why the Indians used them medicinally.
Perhaps we need more wild children. Kids who get their hands dirty and are allowed to discover the world from the tops of trees and by making pine cone soup and mud pie.
Which leads me to......
maybe kids who'll help me clean the top of the barn, if you're listening.: ) I KNOW you hear me, my wild ones. It's the biggest project on my list,the scariest one as well, but the one that will be most rewarding. It's time to reclaim the space and part out the junk, bit by bit.[we have a few months] It will make a wonderful studio and I always share.

This is just the beginning of my list. To see more would send me into shock and back into a false winter hibernation. When I see the upstairs in the barn it may send me into shock as well but I must be brave!