No doubt there are rewards in the garden on the bleakest winter day, though a bit more effort is required to find the scattered blooms or whatever it is that pleases the gardener. On this marvelous April afternoon, following a string of days that would satisfy any gardener, there are blooms at every turn. And, in the few spots where there are none, there is foliage that is equally pleasing.
This garden was begun thirty years ago, and on this splendid spring afternoon there is not a care in the world, no weed or dead dogwood to bring the day down. Of course, trouble lurks around the corner, but that’s to worry about another day. Negatives are banished until July (or at least overlooked).
It seems ridiculous, but I most often claim that the best days of the garden are in the third week of May. But, how could that be? Today is best, though it is possible tomorrow could be better.
Two fragrant viburnums, Carlesi and Burkwoodi (below) have an unmistakable scent in early spring.