It is Wednesday morning and I can smell the rain that will roll in later today. I am sitting at the desk in my studio and staring out a west window.
My poor, poor apple tree is in blossom. It has more dead branches than living, and it saves its energy all year long for this three-day slow-motion firework display. The lilacs will burst within the week. The chives will quickly follow. The hostas and ferns are unfurling, faster than I can divide and transplant them. The heirloom tomato and pepper transplants are sure to arrive by post today. I get them from Seed Savers and they are grown at a farm that is about a fifteen-minute drive from here. There is so much to do outside. I wish that I had half the energy of the bolting plants.
Spring has been exactly what it should be… unpredictable, cold, hot, beautiful, snowy, productive, uncooperative, windy, wet, green, and too fast.