The Weather in NJ. Some like it hot.

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7:30 am. New Jersey, USA

Live From NJ.

Good Morning. Awake early, walking in my garden, where the cool weather has finally returned, after a crazy drought of 3 days in the mid 90 degrees. Here in NJ we have unpredictable weather. Mostly the winter went out like a lion, but a wet one at that. Maybe it was more of a lion that needed to dry off by a hot stove. My yard is mostly muddy and mucky in the back, where I was waiting for my new bulbs to grow during weeks of rain: in a yard half way between the top of a hill and the bottom. Soggy at best in spring. Springy in summer. Puddly — if that’s a word – new tulips, and delicate daffodils, dwarf iris’ trying to peak out of the muck. Every day I would clomp out in my rain shoes, stepping gingerly through the wet grass and dense mire to poke away and peer at the tiny flowers hidden underneath washed out leaves, trying to protect the tiny stems with fortresses of sticks and boulders. Happily the little flowers burst through, and plants that died last summer in the jersey drought came back again stronger than before, Easter morning, and every day a lovely surprise.

Last week, or was it just two days ago, the deep heat of the South made it’s way to the East Coast, the little iris’ were shirred, the leaves curled, a sudden death. But the Bleeding hearts that died so suddenly last summer when they were just planted, came back strong with lovely hear-shaped flowers the day my grandson was born! And the daffodils finally opened. And the hostas uncurled, a swirly psychadelic dream plant where once was just a traingle of tubes. Mother Nature is grand when she wakes up!

This morning it’s back 50 degrees again, and the garden is almost presentable, the mud almost dirt. I can almost imagine where to plant the huechera I just purchased, and the phlox. It’s almost lovely with the leaves cleared out. So much work ahead, in digging and planting, but a pleasure with dew clinging to my pant hems, and paws wet with morning, not mud, as I drink my coffee before work. I do believe spring has returned. The birds sing to tell me so. The pets, relieved. Me, too. Oh and yes, a grandson. Just like Christmas morning, I must say, in my world!

• 30 Apr, 2009
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