Ninety degrees for two, looks like possibly three, days in a row…brings spring to a close for sure. Now for summer.

On the other hand, thanks to a team effort we will have a vegetable garden of a sort at least this year. I am hoping to get the winter squash bed created this weekend, and planted. Memorial Day for squash always seems to work fairly well. And starting them ahead of time in pots doesn’t really gain anything as far as I can tell.

We’ve had a good year for lilacs, though. Absolutely stunning, especially the big dark purple one.

From Walt Whitman, ‘When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d’ both one of the better elegies and better descriptions of a lilac.

Stanza 3
“In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.”