Look at that. The red bud tree (Cercis canadensis) is blooming nearly a full two weeks earlier this year than last year. I wonder what will happen on Thursday when we are supposed to go below freezing again?
I’m not the kind of gardener who runs about covering plants in spring or fall. In the fall, when it’s over, it’s over. In the spring, I wouldn’t have enough covering for everything. I just try to make sure that I don’t plant annuals and tender vegetable plants until I’m confident that we won’t have any more frost. Anything else that blooms early is on its own.
I am the kind of gardener to do my own work in the garden. None of this “hold your drink in one hand and with the other hand point and tell the man where to dig” kind of gardening for me. EAL posted on her blog yesterday about a pair of gardening gloves that she got as a gift that are perfect for that kind of gardening. I saw her pictures of those gloves and thought of the book several of us read in February, Two Gardeners: Katharine S. White & Elizabeth Lawrence: A Friendship in Letters and the caption under a picture of Katharine standing there in her dress and heels that stated ‘she never dressed down to the garden”. I would imagine that those gloves were just the kind that Katharine might wear.
As for me, I wear a variety of gloves, in all shades of green, and here they are:
The next pair (center top) are my old leather palm gloves ready for retirement. You can’t see in the picture, but they have holes in them. The top row ends with some worthless cloth pair of gloves that didn’t make it two days in the garden and another pair of leather palmed gloves that I keep in the trunk of my car in case I am someplace and get the urge to garden (help dig up a plant someone offers to give me from their garden.)
From bottom left… I loved those green suede gloves, and I still do, but I can’t wear them any more. I thought they were so thick that I could pull out some hardy cactus with them. They weren’t. Now they are just full of cactus pricklies, and even washing them didn’t get those pricklies out. But I can’t bring myself to throw them out. We had some good days together, me and those gloves
The next pair, I don’t know when I use them, probably when it is cold and I am mowing, like it will be at the end of this week. The next pair are some old gloves, well worn and retired. And the last little stack is of some cloth gloves I got as gifts that I know won’t last two days on my hands working in the garden.
And not a one of these pairs of gloves are monogrammed. And none of them are pink or purple. What do YOUR gloves look like?