captainseapig's Blog

One of the first signs of spring is the yellow forsythia beginning to bloom and the robins starting to show up on the lawn. Peepers in the wetlands and red winged blackbirds sounding. Farmers begin to turn the soil with their plows. I can remember as a kid Mr Walker of Goodman Hill Rd. Sudbury getting out his horse drawn plow and turning the earth of his one acre garden. He had a big clydesdale that pulled it.                                                                My grandfather would start up his 1920 Model T doodle-bug and begin his springtime ritual of turning the earth in the garden.Between our house and his was a garden of about  the size of 3/4 of a football field. Along the side was a path that led to both our homes. Along the path were mature Lilac bushes that filled the air with their magnificent scent. Literally a little Garden of Eden as far as i was concerned. The hay was low in the barn from being used up over the winter. Gramps would be sowing some rye in one part of the garden for bread later in the year. He would also take the time to sharpen and ready all his farming equipment for use over the next 8 months. Ducks would fly in from their southern retreat and begin to nest in the wetland near our home. My brother and I would break out the baseball mitts oil them up and start tossing the baseball back and forth. we looked forward to baseball season. Just the other day i saw a baseball coach warming up his team in an empty parking lot. Ah spring. Now we can all get out into our gardens work a little longer in them because we have more daylight and maybe have time to take a little walk too.