Every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment. ~Ellis Peters
Every year, at this particular time, I fall in love all over again with the garden. I get giddy like a little kid discovering a whole other world. Everything looks new, different even, better than before. The colors and the way light and shadow falls upon the landscape add a new twist to the scene. It wasn’t quite like this last year. Plants expanded, trees got taller, a flower once struggling found its stride. With Spring, there are always chances to start over, maybe not where we once thought possible, but new beginnings nevertheless.
The rains help. In San Diego, we don’t get them quite like this very often and the plants respond with amazing power. Summer will come along soon enough and I will worry not about too much water but maybe not enough. For now, I am happy to frolic and skip (do I remember how?) and take in the show bounding in color around me. I started to skip with Merlin, who proceeded to go happily ballistic around the yard when I did so, often in places that made me wince. For a while I didn’t care. What’s a garden anyway? Best lived in as opposed to untouchable. The plants seem to agree.