“People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.”

― Iris Murdoch

I walk the garden each morning in my pajamas, curious, as the garden unfolds. Last winter’s bitter cold was hard, and some plants are late to the party, while others just don’t show up. Sometimes hacking away at branches in early days of spring brings more growth, and sometimes it leaves a hole. I move among the flower beds welcoming each plant back for a new season. I tuck a few new ones in here and there, and fill some pots with fresh herbs, happy gardening season is in full bloom.