First Signs

I must admit, as much as I appreciate the much needed rain, I am far more reluctant to venture out to the furthest reaches of the garden due to The Mud Situation. But venture I did recently, fetching a dog. Imagine my surprise when I turned round and saw the quince all awash in buds, some of them already opening. I caught my breath and realized immediately I’d been missing something while seeking refuge in the warmth and comfort of my cozy home. I promised myself I’d put on my new wellies and see what other magic I’d been “avoiding”.

“Beauty surrounds us, but we need to be walking in a garden to know it.” ~ Rumi


These red camellias, of course, had caught my eye. I’m eternally grateful for their emergence each spring. The 17″ of rain that fell on us in January has forced their blossoming earlier than usual, but the noting of subtle changes each year adds to the mystery and does nothing to change my appreciation. On the contrary, I think the changing pattern actually accentuates my gratitude. Take nothing for granted.

My excitement was most reserved for the wild violets, however. There are the traditional purple ones, about which I have written–one of the most visited posts on this blog in its seven plus years! There is a deep and abiding love for wild violets, and I wish more nursery people knew and appreciated that fact, the hunger for them so apparent. And then one year the white ones emerged. I have no idea how or why. But they are equally charming.

“Cherish the beauty of the season.” ~Kathryn Hall, Plant Whatever Brings You Joy: Blessed Wisdom from the Garden

Walking along the side of the house in my peripheral vision I saw an unexpected blue tinge. I bent to see what had caught my attention and saw it was a borage, full of buds, preparing to open. I am particularly fond of borage and make no attempt to discourage it, wherever it wends its way. The bees adore it–always a plus– and it offers its lovely pure blue color from early spring to well into cold weather.

Rounding out taking stock of my waterlogged garden was the discovery of blossoms on the rosemary, and a struggling but determined primrose, whose cheery face I welcomed!


I will henceforth be taking those delicious restorative walks in the rain. With two lovely Border Collies I have good company, and, lucky me, they are always willing companions, regardless of the weather.

What is it that is emerging in your garden that sustains your spirit these days? I look forward to hearing how spring is making itself known in your world.

Love and end of winter blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

6 Responses to “First Signs”

  1. Too early for Spring here so extra special to enjoy yours. We used to make maple syrup and would be stringing the lines and tapping trees now. I always said it was a reason to be out and see the first signs of Spring. Wet, still cold but tiny signs…like rising sap…to let us know Spring was coming.

  2. Alice, stringing the lines and tapping trees in February sounds like an exquisite way to honor the season! I would love to have been part of that! How lucky you are to have that in your rich history! Kathryn xoxo

  3. Snowdrops are beginning to come up and a few buds can be seen. No snow crocus yet. May be buried too deeply in leaves from last fall.. It is always a race. Been a mild winter. We actually put out the overwintering geraniums and the gardenia living in the garage for a week of rain and sunshine mid-January before it froze again.

  4. Hi, Julie, What a task bringing plants indoors and out during your Ohio winters! That was very kind of you. I’m sure your geraniums and gardenias thank you! We don’t have snowdrops to my knowledge, but I have seen a few crocuses in the hood! Kathryn xoxo

  5. Lovely and welcoming signs of spring!

  6. Thanks, Antonia! Glad you enjoyed! Love, Mom xoxo

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