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Joyce pried me from my easy chair one evening recently to come see what looked like hummingbirds feasting on the apple blossoms. They were sphinx moths, lots of them, the adult version of the tomato horn worm. For some reason Chris’s bees haven’t been visiting the apple tree much. It has come back from the freeze with lots of blossoms, which aren’t going to waste apparently in spite of the lack of bee trade.
It did freeze last week, and snow, though not much. Joyce managed to save her tomatoes and her dignity by covering them. She had to replace a few but they were ones that didn’t look good before the thermometer dipped below freezing and would probably have had to be replaced anyway. She’s started the process of planting the main garden now. She plans to plant her melons and squash on the mounds and I’ve made the necessary changes.
We had a nice Easter celebration but wouldn’t you know, it rained during the Easter egg hunt. Not much and not long, just enough and long enough to abbreviate the hunt. It was suggested we plan an outdoor get-together about once a week for the next few months since that seems to be about the only time it rains.
