The cherry blossoms have given way to small wine-red leaves. The afternoon sun today was barefoot-on-the-front-porch balmy, though this morning seamist swirled and billowed across the field, thick as smoke. I’ve been reveling in spring flowers for what seems like months now, but was unprepared for the elation of translucent chartreuse slips of leaves on hungry branches. The leafing out, greening of bony patches of sky, catkins, pussywillow buds unclenching, opening. New leaf tissue fanning out, waxen thin as leaves unfurl into air and light.
Here on our small swath of land, horsetail, thistle and morning glory are vying for the garden. Dandelion, clover and scrubby grass are next in line. I found rhubarb among tall grasses at the base of the sprawling spruce, and a stub that could be currant, and fennel and parsley are coming in along the fence. I’m freeing and coaxing along these and some mystery plants.
I have exciting news but will wait until I have photos to share it here.