I used to do it every year somewhere around the 21st. The 21st sounds like spring. My thing was that I usually started looking for signs of it around the 21st of January or the 21st of February. By March the signs were the size of billboards so it was silly to say you were looking. By then everybody could see it.
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| Raspberry sorbet in its infancy |
So it was shocking to me this morning as I was sweeping and vacuuming and generally tidying up in the hen yard (hyperbole intended for those of you who may think I'm over the top on this neatness thing) that the raspberry canes were wriggling out vigorous shoots that would soon be branchlets 18" long with leaves and flowers and then soft, fat, sweet, warm berries, all this tucked into a slow motion explosion of life.
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Brunnera
First out and last in--a full-season bloomer |
A quick take around: the yard indeed looked like a billboard worthy of spring documentation.
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| Striped Iris |
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| Tulip cup filled to the brim with Oregon rain |
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| Lush moss |
This is the most heady of
Things I get to do today: "page" through the leaves of my own yard "catalog" and bask in the elegant rush of life on all sides--Spring.
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| A dance of Delphiniums |
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| Day Lilies |
