A Sunday in April in Moss Hollow turned out to be warm and sunny and full of great accomplishments. The herb garden got cleaned out and the chives divided and replanted. The overgrown oregano found a new home where it can stretch out. The soil is ready and waiting for some new plants, but I must be patient and remember April is a fickle month. (So is every other month in Moss Hollow, Maine.) The little kitchen garden under the flower patch is waiting for lettuces, peas, beans, and onions that are just starting inside.
The rest of the day I walked around the mossy woods looking for spring signs of fairies and gnomes. I think they have been here but will know better after the ferns come up. The brooks are still babbling and no black flies yet. The most perfect little blue scillia flowers are blooming all over the place. Perhaps the fairies are here after all.
Moss is everywhere! and remnants of past caretakers of The Hollow in the form of a funny iron face sculpture.