I had my first beer in the garden yesterday.
This isn’t a monumental announcement. I am not that big of a beer drinker, but I do like a bit of barley bev after construction projects or hot and sweaty garden projects. Yesterday didn’t qualify as either, frankly. I merely weeded the herb garden and then sat and listened to the outdoor world.
Having spent entirely too much time indoors of late, it is redeeming to get outside and breathe the fresh air. I noticed the golden eagle again. S/he swirled around our property for a while, then the red-tailed chicken-killing hawk came around and yelled at it for a bit. I think the red-tailed hawk has taken up residence in the woods across the street. You can walk outside and hear its maniacal call: kind of like a pissed-off chimpanzee or something.
During my weeding (and oh, how that skill has gone unused; it’s like riding a bike, though) I noticed that my lemon balm and rosemary have apparently made it through the winter. I mulched them. I had had the best intentions of pulling up the rosemary (as I had done with it the past 3 years or so) but somehow never got around to it. Hmm. Sometimes, things surprise you.