Daffodils

 

March 11, 2025

Biggest day in the garden yet. On the inspiration of the clean-out last week, I attacked the tangle at the northern edge of the garden, pruning and wall-building, uncovering sassafras and persimmon from the cover of other trees, opening the gap under the lilacs wide enough for a bear or an agile person to pass through. 

Discouraged at the slow slog of proofreading The Nurseryman’s Wedding.

Rehearsal turbulent. The music isn’t challenging and we have an unusually long rehearsal period, so our director has a chance to exhibit every exhausting tic directors develop to fill the time. “Now read the words speaking only the vowels. . . why don’t we count-sing that . . .”  

Daffodils popping out like stars at evening.