Although it sounds like my neighborhood is about to get a very chilly dousing of heavy rain this weekend (thanks to Tropical Storm Andrea), the weather over the past couple weeks in New England has been downright summery. Which prompted me to go into a frenzy of giving the gardens, lawn and outdoor entry a solid sprucing up. After such long, cold winters, I feel like the happiest way to come home in the summer is to flowers and plants welcoming me at my door.
Last summer, we happened upon some sweet little wooden planters that fit perfectly on either side of the columns at our front door. We filled them with some heirloom cherry tomato plants and called it done — it was just the right dose of leafy greenness with gorgeous pops of red to greet us. The best part was that every time we arrived home with our daughter, she thought it was such a special treat to be able to grab a few tomatoes as we walked in the door.
After a full year of being exposed to the elements, those wooden planters had definitely WEATHERED. I actually love the way wood looks when it’s faded to that silvery gray patina after a few years left to its own devices, but the planters weren’t standing out crisply like I wanted them to against the brick walkway and white columns. I decided it was time for a makeover before I put them out with this year’s fruit plant of choice — container blueberry bushes!
I’m not going to lie, Elsa is going to have to fight me for that handful of blueberries once they ripen. I grew up picking blueberries in Maine and I’ve never walked away from a sun-warmed blueberry in my life. Maybe my maternal instincts will squash my instinctive “MUST. EAT. BLUEBERRY.” mentality, but I wouldn’t bet on it. There might not be the gratifying kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk of blueberries in a pail like you get at a pick-your-own berry farm, but those little blue gems are as good as gone, between me and Elsa.