Spring is coming along nicely at the Green. The cornelian cherry buds are swelling.
and the snowdrops are in full bloom:
An unexpected spot of color is the scribble of black raspberry canes in the corner under the lacebark pines. I didn’t plant them there; they must have been the gift of some bird who left a seed behind with a little dab of fertilizer. But that first cluster of canes now covers a large area and in early July they feed me raspberries. When I look at those canes I am reminded of when I was very little and had a bit of forest to wander in. There were thorny canes there and when I went home and drew them my mother insisted that I had made them red because red meant Danger. No, I had made them red because they were red.
What color would you have used?
I never did convince my mother…