May 2025
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Hi beautiful people of the universe!
Reporting live from my birthday month.
Happiest of birthdays to all my fellow Gemini warriors! This year, I decided to stay in the house, do some chores, rest, and make baked chicken with roasted vegetables from the garden.
These days have been filled with watching and waiting as the trees, bushes, and vines begin to produce fruits, and the summer perennials start to reveal themselves. I’ve started tidying up the beds and preparing the plants that need to be started for the months ahead.
I’ve harvested so many greens, as the rain just kept pouring down and loving on the plants. Turnips, mustard, kale, cabbage, and collards are all rapidly increasing in foliage. The grass seems never to be cut short enough—as if it grows back to its full height the very next day. I have to manually mow between the raised beds and the field to maintain the appeal; however, lately, I just haven't been feeling up to it.
Seeing the peaches, mulberries, strawberries, blackberries, and the first signs of grapes, raspberries, pears, and blueberries brings me absolute joy. As the years go by and they begin to increase their yield, that first year of immature plants and hard work will prove to be worth it. This is my first time tracking the growth of pears, blueberries, grapes, apples, and cherries—along with many other fruit-bearing plants.
When I stepped outside post-dormancy, I was surprised to see the hydrangeas in full bloom! Eye-catching clusters of blue and pink flowers are nestled between vibrant green leaves, creating the perfect composition. Finally, the first in-house flower arrangement of the season can be made. I cut a few of the blooms that were hanging over and paired them with the first-ever blooms of the white daisies.
This year, I’m proud to witness many first bloomers. And as I sit in the midst of overgrown grass, I think ahead to life on a prairie or in the countryside—where no one cares about lawn maintenance, nature is content, and everything is allowed to bloom at its fullest potential.
Until then, we develop where we are.
Letters from the Farm Field Journal