e.e. cummings once wrote that spring is “mudlucious” and “puddlewonderful.” Delightful! Well, maybe if you’re eight. Me? I spend most of April restlessly waiting for the rain to let up. The garden has long since begun to flourish, but I prefer my bouquets to not be spattered with mud. I fuss over whether my fruit trees are getting pollinated—thank goodness for hardy native bees.
But the year is young and enthusiasm, energy, and optimism are running high. I want to get on with my planting plans. It’s a welcome and familiar rhythm for most of us. You know what they say, “Hope springs…”