When you last saw the front yard, it was October, one of the people who taught me how to garden had just died, and so many paths were diverging into the woods there didn’t seem to be much point in picking any one of them.
And now we have these beauties. The blue agatache planted at the end of the bulb row is leafing out at the base, the little rock iris put on an adorable show [thanks to repeated sprayings with bitter, spicy stuff so that the squirrels and rabbits didn’t think they were snacks], and the order from Bluestone arrived last week.
Leaves, pollen, figlets, piles of papers to grade: it’s Spring!
It’s Spring, and time for all kinds of things to see what they can do with what’s been stored up over the long winter.
It’s Spring, and time for whatever comes Next.