Fiddleheads

First, small fuzzy knobs appear on the floor of the shady areas of the garden. The next time you look, they have legs, very hairy legs. And the next time you look the cocoon is splitting and green is emerging, folded into itself, pleated in a curve. I love watching these tiny, miraculous, impersonal bursting[s] into spring.

The Frequency of Spring

Does growth have a sound? Sap is rising, roses are budding, green shoots appearing, peepers singing, scilla are blooming, daffodils about to, birdsong everywhere; it feels like the land has fallen in love, or maybe I have fallen in love with the land. Again.

the frequency of spring, 2013

Watching Things Grow

I spent the whole day in the garden, my idea of heaven, pruning roses, weeding, trimming. I hate having to miss a day there as growth happens so quickly . The daffs are almost finished, the scilla making their seed heads, the cotoneaster needs a trim, so does the dogwood. The path around the pond needs to be widened, and the ferns are unfolding for the second time. [Link to the frost and ferns]