Quasi friendships

I rarely cancel social plans that I've made with friends. Throughout my life, friends have been and are important to me. In other words, they are a priority in my life. For me to cancel plans with them, I have to be either sick or unable to keep my obligations due to a crisis of some sort, neither of which happens very often. I have never used school or work projects as an excuse to cancel plans; if anything, I didn't make social plans if I knew I had an exam on the near horizon or a crucial work project to finish, because I didn't want to cancel. I think carefully about what I promise, but once I promise something, I fulfill that promise. I don't promise what I can't deliver. 

I try to be available for get-togethers with friends and I look forward to them. But we live in a society now that worships work, and being busy at work is often used as an excuse for not getting together. I used to think it was purely an American trend--this obsession with work. But it's not. I recently tried to get together with some friends that I haven't seen since before Christmas--the end of November to be exact. We are a small group of women who meet and enjoy chatting for a couple of hours over dinner. My attempt to gather us together was rebuffed by one of them, who considers herself the busiest of us all. Granted, she has a demanding job, but I don't understand her priorities or her behavior. It wasn't that I was trying to plan a get-together for a week or two in the future; I was wondering if we could perhaps finalize a date at the end of June. Nail it down, so to speak. She wasn't having any of it; her excuse was that there might be upcoming work projects that would preclude her settling on a specific date for a get-together. Another woman in our group tried to get her to change her mind, but she ignored that attempt. What will happen is the following; at the end of June, the woman who won't meet us now will let us know that she is now available on such and such a day and would we like to get together. And usually we all fall in line to accommodate her schedule. Except that this time around I don't want to accommodate her. We've all done it for so long; she always calls the shots and it's always been that way. I'm not interested in continuing the pattern. 

I also don't understand another type of peculiar behavior where friends are concerned. Plans are made and everyone seems to look forward to getting together. But as the date approaches, one person backs out, then another, so that by the time we actually do meet, the number of joiners has been halved. I don't get it. It goes back to the idea of obligation; if you've said that you'll meet someone, you are obligated to do so unless there is a really good reason for not being able to do so. I can remember inviting four friends/colleagues to dinner (over fifteen years ago); all said they would come, but suddenly on the night in question, two canceled without a good explanation. I dealt with it then and can deal with such situations now, but it's downright rude to treat people this way. Imagine you had planned a big dinner party, had invited fifty people and half of them canceled at the last minute. People have also been known to do this at weddings; they are invited to the reception dinner and cancel at the last minute or don't commit to attending until the last minute. Are they waiting for a better offer? It's rude and selfish behavior. Besides the costs involved for the host, it's a downer for the host as well. It tells the host(s) that they are not a priority. I imagine that the invitees who behave this way think it's perfectly ok to do so. 

Then you have the people who never seem to be able to find a time to get together no matter what. But they stay in touch by texting and often say that they hope they'll see you again soon, or that we should get together soon. If you take them at their word, you quickly find out that they are not truly interested in meeting in person. 

I'm not sure I can really call these type of people friends. Quasi friends is more like it. Perhaps many work friendships developed over the years, with socializing once or twice a year, fit this definition. Once you no longer work with people on a regular basis, the reason for being friends lessens. After all, many work friendships are based on complaining about work, and when one is no longer working, there is little to complain about.  

One thing is for certain; as time goes on, these types of people will fade from my life, and I will be the better for it. Life is about letting go--of the past, of certain mindsets, and of people. One can let people fade from one's life, or one can make the choice to let go of them. I tend toward the latter. I give many chances and make any number of attempts to get together, but at some point I make the decision to let go. And once I do, there is no going backward. That's ok really, since some friendships are relative in the sense that they fit a particular place and time and are not meant to last forever. I'm thankful for my true-blue lifelong friends, the ones who are always there for me, and I for them. They know who they are, and I'm lucky to have them in my life. 

Reflections on the role of women in the church

I wish I understood human behavior better. I draw my own conclusions when I see odd or quirky behavior, such as I have witnessed recently at Sunday mass the past few months. When communion time comes and lines form to go the the altar, the longest line is the one where the priest is dealing out communion. If there is a lay minister on the altar (usually a woman), her line is short, while the line to the priest is very long. Additionally I have also witnessed that people (usually elderly) who are sitting in pews on the left side of the church, for example, will walk across to the right side if the priest is dealing out communion on the right side of the altar. I wish I could tell you that there are only a few people who do this. Not the case. This past Sunday, the line for the priest extended from the altar down to the entrance doors, whereas the line for the female lay minister had about four or five people. The priest's line was made up of young and old alike. The priest should have motioned to those on his line to switch lines, but he didn't. I think it's about time it was brought up as a discussion point from the pulpit. 

I have concluded that this is reactionary and pathetic behavior, and it irritates me no end. I have received communion from female lay ministers for years in the USA and never gave it a second thought. It never bothered me and it never will. My feelings toward those who reject women in this way are less than Christian, I must admit. Their unchristian behavior is not even subtle, it's blatant. I feel like giving them a good dressing-down, because they deserve it for their reactionary and ignorant behavior. I feel like yelling at them during the mass--"wake up". I feel sorry for the female lay minister standing there wanting to do the job that the priest has given her. I make it a point to go to her and not to the priest. Are the hosts that the priest deals out of better quality than those the female lay minister deals out? Are they more blessed? No, they are not. The priest has already done that job before communion is dealt out. All hosts are equal. It's just that these ignorant people don't want to receive communion from a woman. It makes my blood boil. 

I'm glad when I see women on the altar, serving in some capacity. Why shouldn't they? As I've discussed in previous posts, what happens when or if there are no more male priests to do these jobs? What happens if vocations fall off to the point where there are no young men to take over for the old ones? What happens if only women are interested in doing the job of a priest at some future point? What will these reactionary parishioners do at that point? Boycott the church? Not likely. They will be forced to examine their behavior, and hopefully they will change. In the meantime, I will work on quieting my irritation at my fellow parishioners who are behaving in an unchristian way. But I will say that there still is a long way to go to eradicate the stupidity and ignorance that unfortunately exists where women are concerned in the Catholic church. I have decided that the next time the church wants me to donate more money for maintenance/upkeep, I am going to say no until this issue is discussed from the pulpit. 

The National (feat. Bon Iver) - Weird Goodbyes [Official Lyric Video]

I heard this song for the first time tonight, and I ended up really liking it. It's one of those (sad) songs that drags you in. If you want to read more about the group and the song, check out the following link: The National, Bon Iver Unite for New Song ‘Weird Goodbyes’ – Rolling Stone

Lyrics:

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air

There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here

Names on the doorframes, inches and ages

Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages

I don't know why I don't try harder

I feel like throwing towels into water

Get it down to nothing, everything that matters

Fever flashes, eyelashes and traffic patterns

Humidity, history, chemistry and panic

Swimsuits in windows of electric minivans

I don't know why I don't try harder

I've been going down some, some strange water

Move forward now, there's nothing to do

Can't turn around, I can't follow you

Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot

It's crazy the things we let go of

It finally hits me, a mile's drive

The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying

I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped

Radio's painful, the words are clipped

The grief, it gets me, the weird goodbyes

My car is creepin', I think it's dying

I'm pullin' over until it heals

I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields

What was I even leaving for

I keep going back and forth

I think now I'm about to see

Didn't know how sad it'd be

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air

There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here

Names on the doorframes, inches and ages

Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages

I don't know why I don't try harder

I feel like throwing towels into water

Move forward now, there's nothing to do

Can't turn around, and I can't follow you

Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot

It's crazy the things we let go of

It finally hits me, a mile's drive

The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying

I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped

Radio's painful, the words are clipped

The grief, it gets me, and the weird goodbyes

My car is creepin', I think it's dying

I'm pullin' over until it heals

I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields

The grief, it gets me, the weird goodbyes

My car is creepin', I think it's dying

I'm pullin' over until it heals

I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Aaron Brooking Dessner / Matt Berninger

Weird Goodbyes lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

Spring report from Oslo

It seems as if spring is finally here. Dare we hope? Each time that we've had a few consecutive days of nice warm weather, it's been followed by the return of winter's cold, as was the case for the past week. I read the weather forecasts religiously now, because having a garden makes one more attentive to the weather (and lack of good weather). My fellow gardeners and I share our frustrations about the lousy spring we've had so far; the only spring flowers that have bloomed are the snowdrops, crocuses and violets, and they didn't bloom until mid-April. The tulips are in wait modus, and even the forsythia has not bloomed. The one plant that has grown and will bloom soon is the Helleborus Snow Rose, which has lovely flowers as I remember. The grass lawn is another story. A thick layer of snow topped by ice covered the garden until mid-April, compacting the grass to the point where I am unsure if it will grow back during this season. Time will tell. I am prepared to reseed the small area of lawn that I have in my garden. 

It's pointless to be irritated at a season, I know, but I have been so irritated that winter just keeps hanging on. It won't let go this year. Weather is the main topic of conversation in the garden; questions arise about global warming. We are worried that the growing season will be too short this year. The joke is that we'd love for there to be more global warming in Oslo so that we had shorter winters and longer summers. The reality of course is that global warming will lead to cooling in some parts of the world due to the changes in weather patterns caused by the melting of the polar ice caps. Who knows where it will all lead or end? As one of my friends in the garden says, we can talk about all the problems in the world, and there are a lot of them, but in the end, she looks forward to going home to google 'how to prune a rose bush'. That's her way of relaxing. Mine is similar; I love looking at online garden catalogs and some of the ones that arrive in the mail. I love going into garden stores to wander around. Sometimes I have specific plans about what to buy, other times no. And I do google a lot of garden-related issues; right now I'm reading about how to aerate a lawn and how important it is to do that.  

Today is one of those lovely sunny days in Oslo that foretell the imminent arrival of summer. But again, I, like the tulips, am in a wait-and-see modus. In some parts of the country south of Oslo, where there are often two growing seasons for the farmers (e.g. grains), it snowed yesterday. Luckily it didn't snow in Oslo, it only rained. The garden needs water, so I won't complain. But it seems odd to me that I leave the garden after a few hours work, come home and make myself a cup of hot chocolate--a winter drink if ever there was one. I worked for two hours cleaning and cleaning out the greenhouse yesterday, throwing away old baskets and plant containers, since it was too chilly to do anything else. I noticed that there is a different type of spider that has taken up residence in the greenhouse; these spiders look like tiny brown crabs scuttling across the floor of the greenhouse when they scurry for cover. There are not a lot of them. The usual spiders are the larger white ones with spindly legs that remind me of daddy-longlegs; they run away at the slightest sign of trouble. There are also the pill bugs that spend most of their time hiding; you find them in the compost bin if you turn the contents, but also under watering cans and the like in the greenhouse. They eat decaying plant matter, which is a good thing. I've also begun to turn the earth in the planting beds; there are a lot of big earthworms this year. During the few warm days we've had, the bumblebees and honeybees were out foraging for pollen. The insects are doing their jobs, and the garden underground is teeming with life. The garden is just waiting for the 'go' signal so that the plants can bloom and do their jobs. 

Seiji Igusa - Keep The Groovy (Kabiito x Kevin)

Kabiito Amundsen (on the right) is the son of my friend Nyonga. He is a very good guitar player; here he partners with Kevin Chen to cover Seiji Igusa's Keep the Groovy......

Goodreads Book Giveaway: The Gifts of a Garden

 The giveaway starts on April 28th!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

The Gifts of a Garden

by Paula Mary De Angelis

Giveaway ends May 05, 2023.

See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

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Bye bye Tucker Carlson (thank you, Dominion)

The shit hit the fan.

Karma is a bitch.

Payback is a bitch.

Justice is served.

The chickens came home to roost.

What goes around comes around.

What goes up must come down.

As you give so shall you receive.

You reap what you sow.

Harm set, harm get.

That dog had its day.

You made your bed and now you must lie in it.

It ain't over till it's over (and now it's over). 

Don't let the door hit you on your way out. 

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On April 24th, Fox News and Tucker Carlson parted ways. The day should go down in American history as a turning point of sorts. Dare we hope that it marks the beginning of better times for America--a return to truth in journalism, a return to integrity and a focus on personal ethics? One can hope. My other hope is that Fox News sinks into the muck that it helped to engender; with all the lawsuits against the company, perhaps they'll sink quickly under the financial pressure. One can hope. 

World Party - Ship of Fools

Another favorite song with a nautical theme--released in 1986......

It's how I often feel these days with everything that's going on in the world "Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow, I don't want to sail with this ship of fools, no, no. I want to run and hide right now"

Ship of Fools (lyrics) 

We're setting sail to the place on the map

From which no one has ever returned

Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool

By the light of the crosses that burned

Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace

And the gold and the cotton and pearls

It's the place where they keep all the darkness you need

You sail away from the light of the world on this trip, baby

You will pay tomorrow

You're gonna pay tomorrow

You will pay tomorrow

Oh, oh, oh

Save me, save me from tomorrow

I don't want to sail with this ship of fools, no, no

Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow

I don't want to sail with this ship of fools, no, no

I want to run and hide right now

Avarice and greed are gonna drive you over the endless sea

They will leave you drifting in the shallows

Or drowning in the oceans of history

Traveling the world, you're in search of no good

But I'm sure you'll build your Sodom like you knew you would

Using all the good people for your galley slaves

As you're little boat struggles through the warning waves, but you don't pay

You will pay tomorrow

You're gonna pay tomorrow, yeah

You're gonna pay tomorrow

Save me, save me from tomorrow

I don't want to sail with this ship of fools, no, no, no

Save me, save me from tomorrow

I don't want to sail with this ship of fools

Where's it comin' from?

Oh, where's it goin' to?

It's just a, it's just a ship of fools

All abord now

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo...

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Karl Edmond De Vere Wallinger

Ship of Fools lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Ride Captain Ride by Blues Image

One of my favorite songs from the 1970s (released in 1970)

Ride Captain Ride (lyrics)

Seventy-three men sailed up

From the San Francisco Bay

Rolled off of their ship, and here's what they had to say

"We're callin' everyone to ride along to another shore

We can laugh our lives away and be free once more"

But no one heard them callin'

No one came at all

'Cause they were too busy watchin' those old raindrops fall

As a storm was blowin' out on the peaceful sea

Seventy-three men sailing off to history

Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship

Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip

Ride captain ride upon your mystery ship

On your way to a world that others might have missed

Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay

Got off the ship, and here's what they had to say

"We're callin' everyone to ride along to another shore

We can laugh our lives away and be free once more"

Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship

Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip

Ride captain ride upon your mystery ship

On your way to a world that others might have missed

Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship

Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Frank Konte / Michael Pinera

Tackling the daily news

This is often exactly how I feel, but not just about social media. The daily news stories in general, delivered to us on tv, radio and in newspapers, are disheartening, to put it mildly. Thus the dilemma has become (for me and for others I know): how to stay abreast of what is happening in the world without losing heart (and our minds)? Listening to tv or radio news is not part of my morning routine, and I am very selective about the few online newspaper sites I visit. I skim news stories and don't let myself drown in all the bad news. I know that there are a lot of bad things happening in the world, and I care about the people experiencing them, but I would rather stay hopeful and pray for a better world than go down the road of nihilism and despair. It serves no purpose and helps no one.  

Wandering through church history

My resolution for Lent this year was to read the New Testament. I was inspired by a Norwegian friend of mine who read the Bible and the Koran some years ago. She is not religious, but she was interested in learning about Christianity and Islam from a historical perspective and decided to go right to the sources. I will read the Old Testament at some point, but decided to start with the New Testament because Christianity as we know and practice it is based on the life and death of Christ. And his life and death are chronicled quite well in the New Testament. 

I grew to enjoy starting each day reading passages from the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. It was very interesting to compare their different styles as well as what they focused on and emphasized. Much of what they wrote about was similar, but I found John's gospel to be the most reflective and I preferred it to the others. But all of them present the life of Christ in an affecting way. I found myself marveling at the different miracles he performed; I'd known about them from previous gospel readings during the countless masses I've attended over the years, but I don't think I fully appreciated the extent of his miracles until now. Nor did I fully understand how much he was hated by the authorities and leaders at that time and those places, mostly because they felt threatened by him. Here was this man walking in their midst, preaching about loving God and your neighbor, healing the sick, allowing the blind to see, turning water into wine, walking on water, and taking a small number of loaves of bread and a small number of fish and multiplying them by the thousands in order to feed the crowds that came to listen to him speak. He made the Pharisees look like the hypocrites they were, but he did it without brutally judging them. He challenged them verbally by asking questions as replies to the questions they asked him. He embarrassed them, and that must have been the worst sin of all for him to have committed. After all, many of them considered themselves learned men and protectors of the laws. Christ in their eyes was a transgressor of those laws.  

My favorite book of the New Testament would have to be the Acts of the Apostles (the fifth book of the New Testament), presumably written by Luke (who wrote one of the gospels). If you want to learn about the founding and history of the early Church, the movement away from Judaism (the Jews ultimately rejected the Church) and toward the inclusion of the Gentiles, the spread of Christianity and further development of the Church, if you want to wander with the apostles from town to town and region to region, you can do so by reading the Acts. This book starts with the Ascension of Christ, describes the conversion of St. Paul and his subsequent missionary journeys in detail, and prepares readers for Paul's epistles. 

I enjoyed reading Paul's epistles to the Galatians, Romans, Corinthians, Philippians, and Thessalonians, among others. There are thirteen books in all. Paul was preoccupied with getting everyone on the same page, especially those to whom the job of passing along Christ's teachings had been entrusted. Paul couldn't be everywhere at once, so he relied on his fellow disciples and believers to preach the word of God. But these were men, not gods. They were often weak, proud, competitive, gossipy and backbiting. Conflicts and controversies arose. Paul warned against all those sins. He encouraged the teachers to take the moral high road. He reassured them, offered comfort and support, and chided them for their pettiness and unethical behaviors. But he did so in a loving way and always ended his letters by promising that he would soon visit those to whom he wrote. 

Nowhere in the New Testament did I find any statement that priests could not marry or that women could not become priests. What I did find were statements that advised men who wanted to become priests to have only one wife (not to be divorced) and to otherwise lead moral and upstanding lives. Women would not have been allowed to become priests at that time because society at that time did not allow women to have much power or say over their lives at all. Considered to be the weaker sex, women were mostly encouraged to obey their husbands, to stay in the shadows of their husbands. As the Church grew, it became more practical to encourage unmarried men to become priests and to remain celibate, simply because once they had a wife and children, their focus would be on them and not on their priestly duties. In other words, they would be distracted from their mission. Celibacy was thus encouraged and became the rule over time, but the rule is based on tradition, not dogma. Perhaps the Church should reconsider its position and relax the celibacy rule, allowing men who want to become priests to marry or not marry as they wish. Perhaps it should also reconsider its ban on women becoming priests, especially since there has been a decline in vocations among men. 

I did not like the final book of the New Testament--the book of Revelation. I found it to be quite bizarre and unenlightening. I learned very little from it, except that it contains apocalyptic visions and imagery that I don't want to delve into further in order to learn more about them. I'm not sure why this book was even included in the New Testament, as its style is quite different from all of the other books. 

The Old Testament awaits, and I look forward to starting on a new journey. As Christians, we were taught that the New Testament was more important for our spiritual journey than the Old, but there is a wealth of history in the Old Testament that I look forward to exploring. 

Forgiveness in our times

Our society has become more secular over the past few decades; there is less emphasis on the religious and spiritual aspects of life. I know that religion isn't necessary to create or achieve goodness in the world, but it has and does help people in that regard. Belief in God and/or a higher power and following the tenets of religion have defined and still define the lives of many people here on earth. That's a good thing, even though religious differences still underlie serious conflicts and wars.

With the gradual decrease in the importance of religion in society, one might expect that sin, guilt, and forgiveness were things of the past, belonging to the realm of religion. After all, if there is no sin, there is no guilt and no need to ask for forgiveness. But this is not the case. Religion has been replaced with an extreme form of political correctness that is focused on public shaming and on calling out the foibles and mistakes that others make. Where once sin and guilt were private matters between a person and his or her God, or between the sinner and the person sinned against, they are now public matters, especially if you are in the public eye. Think politician, actor, newscaster, celebrity. Nowadays major media organizations and social media behave like lions at a kill when they learn that someone has made a mistake, spoken out of turn, said something stupid, or done something embarrassing. I'm not talking about major crimes (murder, assault, rape etc.), I'm talking about some of the stupid or thoughtless things that people do or say. The things that make others cringe and the perpetrator cringe when he or she thinks about it afterward. Everyone has or will have such a moment at some point--perhaps a public meltdown, an argument with a spouse, yelling at a child. And rest assured, someone is always listening or watching, ready to pounce on what others say or do. Media spies or folk willing to publicly shame others are everywhere. 

Maybe the perpetrators of these transgressions shouldn't have said or done what they did, but done is done. But if what was said or done is caught on microphone or camera, their fifteen minutes of fame (infamy) await. It's not enough to report the news of the transgression once; it's reported over and over ad nauseam. Eventually the perpetrator is publicly shamed to the point where he or she says (is forced to say) 'I'm sorry' and asks for forgiveness. But from whom are they asking forgiveness? The public, the media, the wounded parties, or God? Or all of them? Because nowadays, one can't be sure. 

Why does society have this persistent and exaggerated need to pillory folk? Why are we so quick to judge others and to find the worst in others? It reminds me of the unenlightened times in past centuries, where people who had done wrong were locked into the pillory in the town square for a few hours. The aim was to publicly humiliate them. The pillory was often used to punish perjurers or those who incited to perjury. In that sense, our society is worse because individuals are pilloried via the media for much longer periods of time and for much lesser 'crimes', and the internet records the punishment for posterity. Some people 'survive' the punishment and make the best of it; others disappear from public life for good. 

I think it's odd that as secularism has increased, the ability to forgive others has diminished. The same people who scorn religion think it's perfectly alright to judge and punish the people they deem to have 'sinned'. They think it's perfectly alright to publicly humiliate others until the 'sinners' beg for forgiveness. The sinners are up against a tough crowd. Those doing the judging and humiliating are more like the Pharisees than like Christ. I'd rather take my chances with the latter; at least if you are truly sorry, forgiveness is available to you, and you need not be publicly scorned in order to obtain it. 

What a difference a week makes

What a difference a week makes! This is how the garden looked on March 29th--still a lot of snow on the ground and ice patches here and there. Pretty, but I was getting impatient because I wanted to get started in the garden. As luck would have it, we've had nothing but sunny and warm days this past week. So the snow and ice are gone. Next week it's supposed to rain every day, so I'm glad I used this week to rake leaves and dead plants and fill the compost bin with them. I'll have a lot of good compost to add to the soil in the autumn. 

The snowdrops are blooming and the crocuses, daffodils, grape hyacinths and tulips are starting to poke their heads up from the soil. Spring is here, and soon it will be time for planting this year's vegetables and flowers. 

And this is how it looked yesterday, April 7th--

April garden update

Today, the first day of April, was an absolutely beautiful day in Oslo. No joke (since it's April Fool's Day); the temperatures were in the forties, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the sun shone down and warmed everything it touched. That's a good thing, because the garden has gotten a late start this year due to all the snow and cold we've had. I cannot remember a winter during the past thirty years that has had so much snow as this year's. There are still snow patches in the garden, and ice in the places where the sun hasn't reached yet. But if we have a week with the temperature we had today, the snow and ice will melt and we'll be on our way toward a real spring. And from what I can see of the weather forecast for the next week or so, no more snow is predicted, thankfully. I hope that is the case; you never know. 

I sowed out seeds in the greenhouse this past Wednesday and Thursday--pumpkin, zucchini, cucumber, cherry tomato, sunflower, cornflower, pot marigold, nasturtium, and rose mallow. I will sow out string bean seeds on Monday. I decided to sow out now rather than wait two more weeks. The greenhouse is nice and warm during the day, even though temperatures at night still dip to around freezing. But the seed containers are on raised benches, nowhere near the ground. So they'll be fine; that has been my experience in previous years. Some of my fellow gardeners call me an optimist because I sow out so early. But last year I waited too long--to mid-April--and the vegetable plant seedlings were a bit too small when I planted them outdoors. So it took time for them to grow large enough, which delayed their vegetable production. 

When the ground is completely ice-free and I can work the soil, I'll plant my seed potatoes. That will probably be somewhere around mid-April. I've already started cutting down and removing dead stems and leaves, and I've pruned the rose bush that adorns the garden arch, as well as the ninebark tree near the greenhouse. I'm hoping that pruning the rose bush will force growth on the stems growing on the sides of the arch so that when the roses bloom it doesn't look like a bouffant hairdo at the top of the arch--piled high on top and little on the sides. 

The snowdrops are finally blooming, and the grape hyacinth and daffodils are starting to come up. I haven't seen any crocuses yet, but I guess they'll bloom soon. I'm looking forward to my forsythia blooming; I have three bushes planted in different areas of the garden. They are one of my favorite spring flowers. The cherry tree and lilac bushes survived the winter, as did my wisteria and magnolia tree. The berry bushes always do well--black currant, red currant, blueberry and gooseberry. They come back each year without fail. 

I'll post some photos soon. In the meantime, for all the gardeners I know and for the gardeners who read my blog--happy gardening!

Garbage in, garbage out (and the effect on society)

Apt, very apt concerning our current state of media affairs and the effect it's had on our society and way of life......