Spring is just so beautiful, when the bright little leaves look like lace in the dark forest, and the air is sweet with flowers.
The branches are dripping with blossoms in the unrelenting damp.
The wild herbs have woven themselves into a tapestry of many colored greens, embroidered with delicate flowers. Their names murmur themselves to me as i meet them like an unrhyming poem…
Nettle, chickweed, clover, buttercup, toadflax.
Primrose, thistle, sorrel, nightshade, smilax.
Plantain, violet, skullcap, poke, oxalis, black medick.
Those are the ones I know well, but there are many others. I love this time so charged with potential in the slow unfolding of life.
In small and unexpected places there are unusual gardens of many kinds.
And the summer garden has officially begun, as large and small snouts are at this moment plowing the first furrow.
Wishing you a beautiful unfolding of the week!