Today, the last day of April finally heralds spring to our small garden.
As usual, we lived through every season this month.
The messengers of spring nudged their way above the ground in the hope the frost is gone and spring is here to stay. The sun and the warm wind strengthened their roots and stems so they could push their way up out of their covered beds. The rich rain and the snow blanket nourished and protected the tender leaves as they slowly stretched their tendrils from the soil to the sky.
The Peony pokes its nose above last fall’s leaves. It grows straight and tall preparing for the heavy white blooms of July.
The tiny fingers of the tender bleeding heart gather sunshine and air. Growing long and flexible for the pink and white hearts that will dangle there.
The first blooms of the Silia bring hope to those of us eager for our gardens to grow and blossom with the summer.
The alien eyes of the Rhubarb unfurl its ruby red stem and iconic leaves. The perfect harbinger of spring.
I know tarts aren’t too far off.