The sweetness of spring is almost painful. Soft breezes, tiny leaves, bright flowers and today the butterflies returned to put the final touch on a beautiful morning.
I am making a new herb garden this year. Actually, this was my herb garden about 10 years ago, but family complained that the gardens (there were two, one on each side of the small walk) were in the way and the dogs seemed to like them too much as a place to dig and sleep. So I abandoned those gardens and made a new one--which has turned out to be too shady for the Mediterranean herbs. I will leave it in place with the plants that do well there--copper fennel, bergamot, chives and a few others--and start again in the old patch which was really beautiful in its prime. I have a bit more digging to do, and we may put in a small brick path in the center. I'm still thinking about that.
On the side of the ridge, redbuds flare their purple-pink against the still-bare branches of oaks and poplars. I am going to try making some redbud jelly and maybe some muffins too. I read that the redbud flowers can be used as a salad garnish, having a slightly nutty taste. Has anyone tried that?
The begonias and gerniums I brought into the house for the winter survived, although they're looking a little rough right now. But they provided a bright spot of flowers all winter, and now they have a head start on Spring. I owe them--even on the snowiest day, they reminded me that Spring would indeed come.