We now have a sprung Spring

It feels good to have sun shining, green leaves emerging from the ground, Scilla blossoms opening -- as if Spring is here to stay for awhile. The outlines of many trees have been softened, almost made furry, but bud burst and the start of leaf growth. Maybe next week we’ll shut down the snow blower and fire up the lawn mower. The local drive-in restaurant has opened for the season. Earth day is rapidly approaching and, before that, Monday has the potential to be, as Arte Johnson would say, “verry interresting, but shtupid!”

winter’s harsh, bare, outlines begin to soften

Photo by J. Harrington

We have our fingers crossed that sometime next week we’ll see signs of gemination of the bergamot seeds we started last week. If there’s no sign by the end of next week, we’ll plant some more seeds and try again. I suspect the trays have been in a location with a temperature near the lower end of ideal for germination. Maybe, if it’s not too windy, we’ll put the trays out in the 70℉ sunshine this weekend to warm the “planting medium” in the trays.

All in all, if it weren’t for a world at war in too many places, and the uncivil political wars being fought on the home front, life would approximate good. Stay tuned.

Planting the Meadow

By Mary Makofske

I leave the formal garden of schedules 

where hours hedge me, clip the errant sprigs 

of thought, and day after day, a boxwood 

topiary hunt chases a green fox 

never caught. No voice calls me to order 

as I enter a dream of meadow, kneel 

to earth and, moving east to west, second 

the motion only of the sun. I plant 

frail seedlings in the unplowed field, trusting 

the wildness hidden in their hearts. Spring light 

sprawls across false indigo and hyssop, 

daisies, flax. Clouds form, dissolve, withhold 

or promise rain. In time, outside of time, 

the unkempt afternoons fill up with flowers.

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