There’s no more exciting time in a garden than spring, when trees and plants come out of dormancy and begin to bloom. In the winter, I look at the bare branches and wonder if the plant is even alive. I secretly hope it is, but nothing anchors that hope except faith. When the weather gets warmer and the buds and flowers burst open, I sigh in relief, almost as if I’d been holding my breath for the whole winter.

Hello, baby.

Welcome to the world.

Boy am I happy to see you.

You’re looking beautiful today…

gorgeous…

stunning!
(The buds/flowers featured in the photos above come from these plants, in the order of appearance: comice pear, multi-graft cherry, table grape, purple pony, plum, and candle delphinium.)
The garden is an amazing place. So vibrant and full of life (bugs and w**** included — let’s be realistic here). So frustrating (slugs, aphids) and yet so rewarding (fruit, veggies, flowers). When you set aside every Sunday in February, March, and April for “yardwork”, gardening is no longer a hobby. Call it a job, an obsession, crack… whatever you want to. I just know that I love it!