On the threshold of a new season in the garden, we still stand poised at the beginning. Although the earliest snowdrops and daffodils have shriveled and gone to seed, it is still to early to plant the tomatoes and basil we have dreamed of all through the long winter.
Like music, the artistry of a garden must be appreciated little by little in the fourth dimension of time. We can not rush, we can not have it all at once.
We must nibble at the deliciousness of the season a little at a time, allowing the beauty of each day to be savored.
Had I rushed last night, we would have missed the tree frog, newly awake, resting in the grass near a clump of daffodils. My partner spotted him, and we took the time to welcome him back to the garden for another season.
Beginnings and thresholds; both combine anticipation with a bit of anxiety. Will the weather cooperate? Will the harvest be a good one? Will we manage to keep the deer away from the roses?
It all extends before us now, in moment after moment of beautify and fruitfulness.
Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014