Kelly's Green: gardens, books, yarn, laundry...

Fast forward

Tulips, fall to summer:

 

(wait through months of cold and feet of snow)

(shout at approaching deer, 6 a.m.)

(how about a close-up?)

(all done. dug and on their way to a friend's cutting garden)

(next)

(p.s.: next year's bulb catalog arrived Saturday....)

The very moment

Bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis) is a spring ephemeral, a woodland perennial that emerges, blooms, sets seed, and gathers the energy to return the next year, all before the leaves of the deciduous trees above it come out to take their turn in the sun. And bloodroot's flowers are ephemeral in the ordinary sense, too, barely lingering a day or two, shattering once their work of luring a pollinator is done.

The sun came out for a while today, the first time in a week of grey, and so did this:

Spring, even so.

Spring break, and time for the annual pilgrimage to the falls at Quechee dam, to watch the waters of another winter roll away. A grey day, made more so by sad news from a friend.

Love endures.

Because they're here at last

So I'm out in front of the house, on my knees in the near-mud, leaning way in to shoot the crocuses and snowdrops that are finally, finally blooming—and a neighbor who's running by stops and asks what I'm doing. 

"Um, photographing the flowers."

"Why?"

Why? 

(So nice not to have to explain why here.)

FYI, not the same neighbor who loaned me her dandelion weeder last summer.

And, knitters —especially if you're here via Mason-Dixon—I swear I haven't forgotten how. Winter F.O.'s to come.

Winter into, um, winter

6 inches of snow last night and today.  March in New Hampshire.....

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