We’re so well into spring now. It’s funny, spring on the West Coast creeps in so slowly – you almost don’t notice it. It starts in mid-January when the buds on the willows start to swell. But it’s still cool enough that you don’t think about it: at that point it’s all anticipation. And then the buds swell and tiny leaves unfurl. Then grasses and shrubs slowly, slowly get greener. And then, one day, you’re walking in the woods and you see the star-shaped white flowers of the wild garlic and the tiny buds are full-fledged leaves, with white flowers dripping from their centres. The frogs and in full throated chorus at night and when you walk down the driveway to get the morning paper, in the pre-dawn, the birds are singing in full out operatic chorus.
The apple and cherry trees are in full bloom; willow trees are green – we are in springtime. The greens are overtaking the brown and russet of dead leaves. Very, very soon, the greens will be that tint that is almost psychedelic. But, for today, it was a pleasure to walk into the back 40 and capture tiny bits of the earth’s re-awakening.
And it was one of those warm afternoons that finally inspired me to get out into the garden – at least for an hour. I pruned the raspberries and weeded the flower bed. At least I got started. Next: weeding the blueberry patch. That can wait until later this week. I have more important things to do tomorrow: hiking (or snowshoeing) in Strathcona. Excited!