waiting for spring
I was browsing through some gardening books to get ideas for perennial plantings and I got lost in the world inside them, among abundant flower beds with blooms in every color , and quiet shaded paths studded with daffodils and primroses so real I almost smelled the humid fragrance of the spring forest. After long weeks of winter one starts to forget how extraordinary and effortless is nature’s flourishing dance into harvest: how many scents, how many colors, how overbearing the yield. A gardener’s heart gets restless, waiting for blooms yet unseen,...