It’s March 29, and nearly every azalea in the garden is in full bloom. One variety is especially spectacular. I wish I knew its name. I promised myself that this year I’ll root cuttings – I want more of this flamboyantly neon fuchsia in the garden.
In 1991 I planted a pink dogwood in memory of our third child who was stillborn. This was my first attempt at planting a tree, and It Did Not Go Well. Within a year or two, the tree was dead. My stepfather told me to cut it to the ground. He might as well have said, “Cut off your arm,” but I did it. Miraculously, the tree exploded into life the following year, and now it’s nearly 20 feet tall. It’s not exactly a perfect specimen – a large white dogwood nearby overwhelmed it and pushed it out of plumb a bit – but each year it has more flowers. This spring they are stunning.
We still call it the Chelsea Tree.
The Chinese snowball – a farmers market purchase 2 years ago – failed to bloom last year. This year it is gorgeous. Each day the snowballs are a bit brighter and a bit larger. Here’s a January snowball:
And from last weekend:
A week later:
Finally, one of my favorite hostas in springtime, ‘Dawn’s Early Light.’ Although it emerges a glowing, vivid chartreuse, by summer it will be a rather ordinary green: