All the gardens are at last planted, and as if Nature deigned to mark the occasion, upon the placing of the last seeds of parsnips between the rows of corn, a gentle, warm late-spring rain began to fall, setting the seed for us. Daphne and I walked back along the edge of the Elfwood to the cottage. To the east and north, the Blueberry and Hedge Witch Meadows were lush with foliage growing so fast the horses and goats cannot eat it fast enough. We stopped at the asparagus beds and harvested our dinner along the way and saw abundant late blossoms of currants and gooseberries upon the shrubs, and wild blueberry and strawberry laden with their first pollinated buds. The strawberry beds were an array of blossoms, and the raspberry canes were lush with established leaves. The apple trees were covered with fading flowers half turned to fruit buds, and most of the petals have fallen so that it looks like snow beneath the trees. I am reminded I must prune the apples to encourage the fruit to grow large and sweet. So far, there is every indication this will be a decadent year of harvest at Twa Corbies Hollow.