The final weeks of spring find a green freshness in the garden that is one of my favorite sections of the year. Storms and animals and sun will harden off the delicate foliage as the weeks progress, and every day will age the garden as it ages all of us. The garden reveals the passing of time. It revels in time as well, taking each day as it comes and not trying to change or rush or slow things as the mood manifests – something I’m working on emulating.
I like the softness that the garden exhibits this week. The dogwoods are having a banner year, lasting a little longer than usual thanks to the cool, wet weather; the universe offers subtle compensation for when it takes the sun away. Andy noticed the peonies were sticking around too, a very happy circumstance for my favorite flower.
Late spring does have its charms.
