Walking Iten's Acres: Frustrations April 11, 2015

A lovely spring morning for a walk--and even a little labor. I confess to some frustration this time of year--now that I'm back to teaching. There is so much that needs to be done around here, and I only have Saturday to do any of it. This morning I "worked" on some more of the beds, fed a few more iris that decided to pop up, cleared some brush, and took some pictures. (I know, that last chore is not exactly work. I'll have to ask Jenna Van Kley and Reed Klass how to make that look like you're working.) This afternoon I have some trees and shrubs to plant, and an Iris I want to move. It's in the wild area and has come up every year for the last decade, but no blooms. I shall move it and hope for better things--though I'm sure it won't bloom this year. Perhaps the Lord will give me a few months over my three score and ten, so I can find out what color it is next year. I hope it remembers.
Daffodil time has commenced at The Acres. Yellows and whites so far. I have a special fondness for the whites around the pond since they came from Mom and Pop's place in South Carolina. Those plants that I brought up from their place and a few from my sisters are my "favorites." They have a family history--a history filled with love that magnifies their beauty. My sons, sadly, have not caught the flower disease so I will have to find some "family" to pass on the Iten horticultural history. It is also hyacinth time--beauties for your sense of sight and your sense of smell. Of course, there are other things as well--pictures will follow. And God has tossed in some spring beauties as well this morning. No flower has ever been more aptly named. And they come in "flocks."
The buds have started too--some of the willows, the Ancient maple, most of the crab apples have started to leaf already. And Mom's lilac which made a journey from Mom and Pop's to my sister Chloe's and then to Ohio. Anemones have started to bloom as well; a beautiful blue and white ground cover from Chloe that has taken over the "woods." And perhaps my favorite woodland beauty--lungwort. Blue, red, pink, white all on one little plant with fascinating leaves and winter hardiness. Anyway--soon there will be a thousand daffodil blooms gracing The Acres. You will not be able to stand anywhere without being immersed in their trumpeting and dancing. The next millionaire will be the genius who discovers how to make blue ones. Yellow, white, pink, red, orange, green even, we have. Ahh for a wild area doted with blues as well.
Well, I need to eat something and go back to work. Have a lovely day. Tomorrow I must dedicate to school stuff--well, including a walk or two, of course. I have to quit falling in love with the seniors. So, distracting to love "young people" more than you love flowers. Sigh.