There’s something miraculous about spring. It’s inevitable, the return of life after a long winter, and yet when it happens, it’s always wondrous.
A tiny creamy yellow crocus is blooming on the east side of the house, my first flower. Daffodil spears are up and starting to form buds, and I found some red peony tips just emerging. Snowdrops will be blooming soon, too.
There’s a time in the early spring garden where everything is tousled and messy from fall leaves and stems I haven’t cut back yet, with green poking through, determined to grow in spite of the cold.
I’m always in a rush to start the cleanup, as an excuse to be outside, but then it looks too tidy, with the lawn raked and the beds cleaned, waiting for the rampant growth of May and June to make it look wild again. It suddenly seems tame, and I miss that early spring wildness.
Maureen
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