Spring follows winter

 

Let's just call it spring. It hit 50 degrees yesterday which felt balmy after the long freezing spell. The garden was alive with excited birds. There was a brief lull in the construction projects surrounding us, so it was downright peaceful in the yard.

Late February is that sweet spot when the alliums, tulips and hyacinths are poking up, but the Scilla have not shown their invasive heads. This is my favorite time to putter around in the yard, thinking about the months of enjoyment (and work) to come.

The natural look of moss and lichen on old surfaces is beautiful, but even I have my limits. We will soon have a fancy new composite deck, no doubt making the rest of the place look more shabby than charming.

 

In preparation for our new look, I'm cleaning out the yard and shed and made a big pile of stuff that no longer "sparks joy."  This will go out on the sidewalk with a free sign for people to carry away. 

Spread the wabi-sabi wealth.

Spring Follows Winter Once More

Lying here in the tall grass
Where it’s so soft
Is this what it is to go home?
Into the earth
Of worms and black smells
With a larch tree gathering sunlight
In the spring afternoon
And the gates of Paradise open just enough
To let out
A flock of geese.

Tom Hennen