Daily Archives: April 12, 2018

wednesday morning in the garden

Finally, finally, warmer weather. Sunshine. A little bit of heat. Breezes that don’t slice through you. Precipitation with no ice. It’s been a long time coming.

The garden is much further behind than normal. I’m so used to an April full of tulips, but we’re halfway through the month, and they are just starting to show their colorful heads. Daffodils are still in full force, and trees and bushes are budding all around. It’s still very much a waking garden, but that’s one of my favorites things to witness all year.

We skipped our leisurely breakfast spots to maximize our time outdoors. There wasn’t a single complaint, no ask for a short bench rest, no dramatic flops to the ground from all the walking. Instead I pulled and tugged at her. I have to get to work, it’s time to head to school. She didn’t want to leave.

Next week, she asked, could we please come earlier? This isn’t enough time. I’m feeling too rushed. We spent almost an hour there, but we can squeak in more if we’re really on the ball. We’ll have to rethink our breakfast plans and traffic routes. It can be done. It’s worth it. It’s the golden hour.