March 18, 2009

Quick tour of the yard. The shafts and cotyledons pushing up from the wet earth give me joy– especially since I don’t remember what all of them are. I must have dropped daffodil bulbs wherever I walked. One of the things I wanted was a self-sustaining patch of bloodroot, and now I have it on the little terrace outside my kitchen window, shaded by the sweet gum and a shapely black spruce. Bought spring flowers from a catalog, whose saleslady pronounced "quince" and Kween-se. I bought two just to hear her say it twice.