Well, there has been a lot of activity in the garden this past week.

They turned on the water in the Fens Monday, which will make things much easier. I sowed some grass seed the other day, before we had water, in the hopes that all those cries of rain all weekend would result in at least a drop or two, but we got nothin’. Nada.

And then, you know, the thing about birds–I got nothing against them, mind you–but you have to admit, they’re greedy. You toss out that grass seed and ten minutes later there are about a hundred and fifty of them feasting it. Do they visit when there’s no grass seed to gorge themselves on? No. It’s just rude, is what it is.

I took the picture above of one of the magnolia blossoms on this fabulous tree in the garden next to mine. When I was in the garden last weekend, which is when it really started to pop, literally hundreds of people filed through to see it over the course of the day.

They would look at my neighbor Rob’s garden, where the magnolia is, and just marvel at how lovely the whole thing is, and then they would stroll down the lane to mine and look pityingly at me in my dirt-pit, and walk on without a word.

Well, I’m used to it. It’s a little like Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters, when he’s freaking out, making that model of Devil’s Tower, and nobody but him knows what’s going on. That’s how I feel sometimes. My friends are cool. They drop by, and they’re like, “um, yeah, I can, um, see it, heh heh.” But I can sort of tell they can’t quite see it like I can see it right now–I mean, I see it. But come back in July and you’ll see it, too.

That’s the funny thing right now. You go to your garden and you see fellow gardeners in theirs, and they’re just standing there for the longest time, staring at it. A lot of it is just sending your “grow rays” out. But I’m afraid it’s a little like the old watched pot.

But it’s coming along…

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