Things keep piling up in the rearview, and at the moment I haven’t the right words for them. So instead, a happy signpost of the season:
The star magnolia in the front yard is starting to split out from its fuzzy silver calyces; the pussy willows in the side yard are puffing out. It’s too early to tell whether the many transplants have survived the winter, but I am seeing shoots from the bulbs I buried last fall. I hope the rabbits have other things they can nibble on while I locate where I put the garden’s allotment of hot pepper flakes.