All things being equinox

new fern growth - a hitchhiker in the lemon (my jungle)I know I’ve said this before – recently – on the other blob – but I totally heart spring the very best of all.  I’m not sure I can quite explain it.  Spring affects me viscerally with a blood thumping adrenaline junkie sternum grab.  It’s the new growth that does it.  I’m hooked like it’s all crack for my eyes and I can’t. ever. get. enough.  It makes me wring my hands like when I windowshop shoes.  I want to watch it like a movie.  I want to memorize it.  I definitely don’t want to miss a single second – that, in particular, is a torture whenever spring chores make me nappish.Tulip curl (my garden)

Spring stepped up to Bristol’s door jam right on time for the equinox all nighter.  I don’t have any early bloomers (besides chickweed) in my yard so Nino and I have been borrowing it from other peoples’ gardens.  I think I might have to add some early spring to my garden plan – which, by the by, is all discombobbled from what Z and I were envisioning last week.  I appreciate Rob’s advice (in a comment on the last post) to “live with a place for a while” and now that I’ve lived with stick outlines of beds for a week, I can be sure they’re not perfection.  More on that later.  Meanwhile Happy Spring!

crocus deliciousness (not my garden)eye on the dogwood buds (my garden)

(Are you as hooked on spring as I am?)