Gedanken Spring

The daffodils and tulips are gone, the dogwood bloom is over and the azaleas are fading. And just when I thought the spring's floral display was complete, up jumped a mysterious flower. Delicate little white things with pale yellow/green eyes protruding from a mass of grassy leaves. They're huddled in dark shadows of the flagging tulip leaves and emerging hostas. I didn't plant it and have never seen it in the 12 years I've lived here, but there are two small masses that seem to have come from nowhere. If it keeps up like this, I'll have a glorious flower bed filled with a continual bloom from February to May without having done a lick of work. My kind of gardening.

The mystery white flowers in my beds...

Red and ripe

Tomato, tom-ah-to. Call 'em what you will, they are getting ripe and ready to pluck from the vine. Lovely, organic fruit grown right in front of your eyes. It's not a big event in the scheme of things. Obviously we eat food every day that has gone through the same life cycle; one that, frankly would be difficult to suppress if we wanted to. But somehow seeing food grown in person is like witnessing an extraordinary thing. The metamorphosis from seed to fruit is truly amazing to watch. It's kind of life affirming really.

Let's call the whole thing off.