Crabapples in bloom, gardeners in action
Early May is the official kick-off to the gardening season here in RI. There are always several plant sales around Mother’s Day, and if you get up early and plan it right, you can squeeze in a few in a single day.
This is the plant sale at historic Casey Farm in Saunderstown. The 300 – acre farm dates back to 1750. They grow organic vegetables here now, and they also sell eggs from their flock of Dominique chickens.
The entire farm is bordered by classic RI stone walls
I managed to spend quite a chunk of change (as I always do) without batting an eye. I didn’t start any tomatoes from seed this year, so I needed to buy those, and some eggplant and broccoli and onions, as well. The tomatoes and eggplant can’t go in yet, of course. The soil will not be warm enough in these parts for a couple of weeks.
Lobelia baskets for sale under the tent. They sold out of these.
It was a gorgeous morning- sunny but not hot – with a fresh, salty breeze coming off the ocean. I guess if you’re a gardener like me, this day would be just about perfect.
Digging RI 
ooooh, do I remember those gorgeous spring days in RI. Sounds like you had a fruitful day! I wish I had been a gardener when I was in RI. There’s so much to appreciate.
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Well, I guess maybe I was a gardener all along, but a dormant one…
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I’ve lived here my entrie life and you’re so right about the many things we have to appreciate here in RI. It seems that every year more and more little family owned garden centers are springing up and almost every city or town has a Farmers’ Market. Cooperative farms are also becoming popular where you can get a basket of in season veggies and herbs every week during the growing season. Love all of it!
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Rhode Island is a true “hidden secret”…we sometimes take it for granted but for the most part we who are …and proud of it….born and raised here know the real truth.
Picking blueberries (wild) was the greatest treat of all….every morning we went out to the woods of Saunderstown and found the best blueberry trees to pick from…My mom made the best pies, jams, and jellies…by far….The beach had to wait as we had “jobs” to finish…first we would pick, then walk back ….clean the berries, eat them of course (without washing i may add) and then enjoy the smell of a fresh baked pie.
That’s the life.
Joyce Torrice
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I totally agree. Simple pleasures never disappoint. I love the little seasonal rituals, and I have since I was a little girl.
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