It truly is the beginning of the most dramatic season of all, despite a barreness to the untrained eye, true change has begun on the land. A planting of tiny daffodils, each bloom reaching a mere two inches in height, emerge overnight with lovely petite blooms.
Throughout the gardens new clumps of Sanguinaria canadensis (bloodroot) show themselves in what were previously minimalistic groupings planted by some force of nature as amongst the the mertensias below...
Despite every effort to curb their aggressiveness Scilla siberica welcome each new spring with abundance....
...and minor bulbs such as Chionodoxa 'Pink Giant' carpet the barren soil more completely with each passing year.
... hellebores approach their prime time...
...while the first of the daffodils begin to accompany the hellebore choir.
As for me, I drink in the emergence of spring... I nervously await new plantings to show themselves such as my cypripediums installed last fall, and I feel sadness at the losses incurred by a short but difficult winter, perhaps overreacting just a bit with a feeling of melancholy from the pain meds I need to take every four hours...
but most of all I anticipate successful surgeries and being well enough to get back into the rhythms of spring gardening... not only getting my hands dirty, but actually doing something involving lifting...
I've discovered that moving a thing from here to there is truly a blessing... who would have "thunk it"!!
Take care, Larry
