This morning on a walk through my garden I could have burst into song. It was a deliciously stunning setting. A heavy fog lifted and gave way to the sun streaming through the trees. The golden yellows gleamed in the light. Beads of moisture sat on leaves and petals. I moved through the fragrant air. I congratulated myself to have gone outside with my camera in hand. The temperature was 45 degrees.
The unusually early spring has the magnolias, forsythia, daffodils, hyacinths, serviceberry, redbud and hellebores blooming in late March. The lilacs and flowering crab apples show the beginning of flower blossoms. The asparagus spears and larch needles have begun to emerge. Most of the beds have been cleared of spent stems and leaves, showing deep brown moist mulch. The pastures have come in thick and delectable.
Bill had mowed the lawn yesterday, ridiculously early, and it gleamed emerald green, surrounding the beds with juicy color. I felt as though I was walking on a pillow. The birds were singing and mating.
Early Spring Garden Walk