First Flower
- Maureen Bush
- Mar 29, 2013
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 20, 2022
The garden is in that snow-rapidly-melting garden-emerging disheveled stage, when I’m desperate to get out and work, just to be in it, but I rather like the tousled-ness of it all. There’s a rawness to an early spring garden I hate to disturb with trimming and tidying and raking. And still, I do it, because it’s too cold to just sit outside. Perhaps I should light the chiminea and sit by the fire, instead.
Maureen

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