Deborah was first to spot the chartreuse peaks and pleats, the false hellebores pushing up through the rocks and mud along the Groverkill, spectacularly signaling spring. This year they’re early, as the no-winter winter winds down, most memorable for a difference of more than 70 degrees (-12º to 62º) in seven days, from one Saturday to the next, in mid/late February.
Without the usual covering crust of ice, the watercress was only semi-dormant, and only briefly. The smaller, less peppery leaves, still welcome in early March salads, are getting larger and more flavorful, as the plants robustly spread downstream. Precocious daylilies emerging around the shed will need to be sprayed to discourage the deer. The lavender is still grey.
(I’ve had Joni Mitchell’s “The Circle Game” in my head for a few days, and the song, like so many things, reminds me of Abby, whose birthday was in early spring).