A Time to Sow
The Good Book says “there’s a time to sow and a time to reap.” Well, this is definitely the time to sow—though my reaping has always been a little dicey. Holidays too often turn into workdays at the farm, because there’s always family and friends around. Most are willing—or can be induced—to lend a hand.
Lucy, my plant analyst, is intent on making my new rock garden as lovely as her own. I’m thrilled with that! Her husband, Robert, a geology professor, is putting down the flagstone that intersects the space. He’s greatly over-qualified for the task, but he gets to play with rocks and that’s what geology is all about. I now know the subtle difference between flagstone and sandstone.