Isn’t “burgeoning” a wonderful onomatopoeic word! It leaves no doubt about who it is. This morning, after a confusing winter and spring, my garden is burgeoning. Doesn’t everything reduce in the end to a poetic image?
The fig tree fairly bumped into me as I passed it, One of the red camellias with which I had become terribly disappointed, and threatened to send to the ash heap, leaned out with lovely new baby leaves and an apoology which I generously accepted. The weather here, as in most other places around the world it seems, could not decide which cloak it wanted from day to day , so the plants, like us, had to adapt. But reward has been baskets of flowers and the possibiity of red juicy tomatoes in a month or so. Dr. Advice has been planting like crazy to confirm his neighborhood reputation as tomato guru. I envision an overabundance of tomato sauce, but I’m hoping for new recipes for other uses for them!
Tulips w/c by KSR