Early Spring in the Garden
The delicious soft, spring-suggesting air, —how it fills my veins with life! Life becomes again credible to me. A certain dormant life awakes in me, and I begin to love nature again. ~ Henry David Thoreau, The Journal, 1837-1861 Yes. The garden is waking up. I wandered out as the fog of the morning was starting to burn-off (in what will be a 90 degree day. Yes, a 90 degree day in February). I'll water the vegetables and pull a few weeds before it is too hot to manage outside. The weather is confusing the plants and, hopefully, frightening the humans. I intend to garden. The Wild Garden The wren flew across the garden and drew my attention to the Mexican Redbud beginning to bloom. This small tree has been in the garden for a couple of years. The Buttonbush (see the round "button" in the background?) It likes moisture and it in the drainage area. Pollinators LOVE the blooms. One of the Altheas - they formed the initial structure of the wild garden. I carried the cuttin