Joining the General Chorus of Celebration At the First Signs of Spring…
And It Is a Chorus, This Spring Celebration. We’ve All Been Waiting a Long Time For Spring.
Spring is a little…no, a lot more advanced in the Northwest than it is here in Northern Utah. I miss the Northwest for that, for Spring More Forthcoming. When we visited the Yakima Valley a few weeks ago, the splashes of color in small town neighborhoods and orchards were irresistible to me. I love the personality of these little bright houses against the beautiful spring blooms and first green flush of willows.
Apricot Prunings From My Garden
I pruned my fruit trees very, very late this year…the apricot blossoms were just barely starting to peek. I couldn’t just throw them all away (though I did feed some to the goats) with bits of blossom bewitching me with promises, so I tucked a few small branches in water in a vase in my kitchen. Within a couple of days, the branch was a quiet riot of popcorn popping on the apricot branch.
My Garden’s Earliest Harbinger of Spring:
A Pink form of White Forsythia (Abeliophyllum distichum: White Forsythia
Which is supposed to be fragrant and pale pink…and perhaps it is, in a very subtle way. Garden writer Tom Hobbes might call these blooms a wounded pink… in the end, they’re beautiful, I love them. I’m so glad I planted this pretty little shrub.