Seedlings Grow While You're Away!

We got back from a weekend in Wellington yesterday to find many new seedlings enjoying the spring weather. It kept raining on and off for the few days before we left, and I suspect over the weekend while we were gone, because we're seeing new carrot, radish, greens, and even volunteer cucumber sprouts! It seems to be the time for beans, especially - they're shooting up like mad. I always forget how crazy everything gets in springtime!
And the greenhouse! The zucchinis benefiting from the greenhouse's optimal environment are about twice the size of those outside, and they look healthier. There are plenty of volunteer tomatoes, too, growing from the seeds of the ones that were in their last year. Its strange to think that we'll have to be pulling out perfectly good baby tomato plants just to give ourselves some space (I think I'll have to get mom to do it - I'm not sure that I have the heart).
And Wellington. It was a lovely weekend, in which I went to a party! With people my age! We talked about urban concerns, like traffic and cycling and plays! We all had numerous social engagements catching up with friends during our all-too-brief 48 hour trip, ate nice food (very nice, I'm thinking now, remembering how much I love Malaysian food), and got to watch the Guy Fawkes Day fireworks over the Marina. On a slight tangent, I still think that Guy Fawkes Day is a slightly weird thing to celebrate. The man tried to burn down parliament, and you celebrate with explosives? I saw a few fireworks that looked a little too close to buildings for comfort, so maybe some Wellingtonians were getting a little too much into the historical side of the holiday.
All in all, it was a wonderful weekend. I do like myself a good city, and Wellington is a great one. There are charms to country life, however, and being away just makes you realize them all over again. This evening I took some pumpkin bread over to a neighbor's house, and the walk there was so calming. The air was still warm from the constant sun during the day, but dry with a hint of coming chill. The golden sunlight was fading away from the valley as the sun set behind the hill, and blue tones were moving in. I could smell blossoms and the creek, and the birds were making their familiar racket, beneath which was quiet. And there was so much green, unbroken by concrete, and such a variety of plant and animal life. Its times like those that you think perhaps, just perhaps, a country life is just about right.