Saturday, March 28, 2009
Everyone loves spring, almost. I hate spring. I don't mean the whole of spring, I just mean now--Mud Season. It's a time of year when all that was vile and frozen thaws and wafts its rotten scent through the atmosphere. The crisp ultramarine and white of the frozen landscape is gone but all that is lovely still lies sleeping below. Trails are slick with grey speckled treacherous ice and black sucking muck. Grasses, sodden and flattened, are brown and all but obscured by sooty mold. Here now, I find a treasure in my garden, planted long ago, they thrive my neglect, jewelled heads thrusting forth through the muck and detritus of a year gone by, while the snow melt in the forest leaves intriguing geometries.
Images: sorry, just plain old photography this time. I'm still fighting with my crash course on do-it-yourself learn to photoshop with a look-a-like program. Had fun creating a Mom's Day card from a doodle and digitally altered photo (see sidebar, the multi-coloured background began as a photo of rotten snow). And finding fantastic patterns appearing on the trails (3rd photo). The crocus are called 'snow' or 'species' and are tiny and very hardy, in case you're thinking of adding them to your garden, that's what you ask for. The bees are intensely happy to have found such a bounty in a grey landscape.
PS. Four mice down, umpteen to go. Using the old-fashioned snap traps, which are mean, but at least quick.