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garden is ready today for me to inspect and modify.
It’s really warm out – not languid warm, but sunshiny; it’s the kind of weather that makes one want to do dutiful things in the garden.
At first glance, it looks like it’s been a hard winter. There’s a lot of debris and winter-kill. But everything’s poking up from the earth as it should – sometimes in surprising places. There are hollyhocks sending up foliage along the old brick wall. (Where did they come from?) There are myosotis seedlings everywhere, and I will pot some of them. The green onions are several inches high. Peonies are breaking soil. There’s some kind of shrub breaking bud – I don’t remember what it is, but I bought it at deep discount in the autumn and planted it in a hurry.
Today: rake and spade. I’m moving a tree peony quickly to oppose its twin on the other side of the porch stairs. I like symmetry. I might start pruning roses, though I usually wait until the forsythia blooms for that task. It’s warm at last, and I want to go out and smell the earthy things.




