I can’t wait! But I must be content with these dreams from springs past for now.
Unidentified shoots at Snug Harbor Botanical Garden, Staten Island, NY, NY. Taken in early April.
Pink fawn lily (Erythronium revolutum) a sweet native perennial, growing at Kruckeberg Botanical Garden, Seattle, WA. Taken in late April.
Hellebores (probably Helleborus x hybridus ‘Walberton’s Rosemary‘), also called the Lenten Rose, at the University of Washington Botanic Garden, Seattle. Taken in mid March.
Apple tree blossoms from Chinook Bend Natural Area in Carnation, WA. Taken in late March.
Blossoms on a Magnolia tree cast their shadows in the Chinese Scholar’s Garden at Snug Harbor, Staten Island, NY. Taken in early April.
Unidentified flowering trees at the UW Botanic Garden, Seattle, WA. Taken in mid March.
Tulips, fresh from Pike Place Market, Seattle, WA. Taken in late April.
Finally, jasmine (Jasminum polyanthum), taken right here at home, just the other day – inside. It’s lovely, but I’m eager for those outdoor shoots and sprigs and blossoms and blooms to take my breath away, as they have every year since I could toddle around the yard.
One of my very earliest memories is of tulip shoots bursting out of the cold earth in rural Michigan, where I lived until I was five. Later, growing up in equally cool Syracuse, NY, spring also meant lilacs; old lavender, white and deep purple lilac trees lined the driveway behind the house. A gift. Much later when I lived in Manhattan, I missed the earthier delights of spring, so I made a point of buying myself a big bunch of lilacs every May. Inhale deeply! When I had my own house north of the city, every inch of ground was closely examined as spring wrought its seductive changes. I’ve been living in apartments for years now and I miss having a garden, but I am as devoted a disciple of spring as I ever was.