The tulips are pushing their way through our mended soil at the base of the big-leaf maple. We're on the cusp, the edge of spring, our daffodils are earnestly racing to be the first to flower. And they'll win; they always do.
Something that I like about Japanese poetry/landscape design is that they keep time by what's in bloom "...meet me when the wisteria is in bloom". I know it's that time of year when the forsythia is blooming again or that summer has reached it's peak when the cicadas are so loud you find yourself screaming over them just to carry on a conversation. (...so much better than a calender :)
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Something that I like about Japanese poetry/landscape design is that they keep time by what's in bloom "...meet me when the wisteria is in bloom". I know it's that time of year when the forsythia is blooming again or that summer has reached it's peak when the cicadas are so loud you find yourself screaming over them just to carry on a conversation. (...so much better than a calender :)
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