Chives

The Lobster Inn is an extraordinary seafood restaurant three doors down from where I live. It's a landmark, the first thing you come to, after miles of Pine trees on your way to eastern Long Island. The food there is always a cut above and the fish is always fresh. For years, Skip, the owner gives mothers a potted herb plant for Mother's Day. That's where these Chives came from.

Last year, we transplanted them to the flower bed next to the patio. That's part of our spring ritual, transplanting things around the yard. Many of the plants we purchased seven years ago, when the house was new and the yard was dirt, have grown larger that what we anticipated. Or we changed our mind in the yard design. Or they spread or needed to be split; well you know the story.

This year I plan to undertake four major projects: an outdoor shower, a brick walk, a fence around the vegetable garden and fix the thin back lawn. We moved the Boxwood bushes for the shower, that's a start. Now the tricky part, not to run out of energy, money or time before I finish.