Day 20: Beauty in a broken world

Today marks the vernal equinox, the first day of spring (though some of you may have celebrated the start of meteorological spring at the beginning of the month). From some of the photos you’ve shared on social media and from stories you’ve told me, many of you live in a place where spring flowers have been blooming for weeks. I’m still waiting for my daffodils to bloom, though several neighbors have open daffodils already.

What animal sightings conjure up spring for you? For me, one such animal is the rabbit.

A cottontail stays still until I glance down at my camera.

While cottontail rabbits don’t hibernate, spring makes them more active, at least at times when I’m outside to notice them. I see them hopping about and begin to think of the Easter Bunny.

I believed in the Easter Bunny for a much longer time than most other childhood institutions (second only to the Tooth Fairy) because it never occurred to me that Dad would drive home during Sunday School to hide Easter eggs and then drive back to church to bring us home. Perhaps it’s my fondness for our family’s Easter traditions that makes me look for rabbits with joy in the spring. And perhaps because not much is blooming yet, the rabbits haven’t yet frustrated me with their garden dining habits.

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Day 6: Beauty in a broken world

Friends’ better-established gardens hold more early signs of spring than my garden, but they inspire me with plants I may want to add to my yard some day. I have always loved pussy willows and was delighted a few days ago to notice one in bloom.

Pussy willows against a perfect blue sky

I’m not sure whether I’ll ever plant one. They love wet soil (I have pockets of that around the yard), but they also have invasive roots, a drawback in my mind. Perhaps you’ve had luck growing pussy willows? If so, I hope you’ll let me know.

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Day 3: Beauty in a broken world

Crocuses are tiny pops of joy in the early spring garden. My garden is still mostly an empty palette, but last fall, I planted bulbs: allium, daffodils, and crocuses.

I had forgotten about even planting the crocuses until just a few days ago, when a tiny blob of yellow appeared in the garden. Now there are little yellow flowers springing up all around my yard. And I cannot explain the outsized delight they summon when a new one blooms except to say with relief, “Spring will happen this year, too.”

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Day 2: Beauty in a broken world

Branches dance in the wind. I watch them from a window, hoping for signs of spring on its way. This tree sparkles in the sunlight, and I gasp, fearing more ice. But no, the sun spotlights bare branches, and in looking more closely, I begin to see buds, a promise that the earth is waking up again.

A tree's bare branches shimmer in the sunlight, tricking the eye into seeing ice where there's only sun warming bare bark.
Sunlight on branches fools the eye into seeing ice.

I’m ready for spring. How about you?

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Early spring

For many of you, spring probably feels a long way off. In California (at least near me), spring is getting a head start. The star magnolia is always one of my favorite early spring blooming trees. This one sits in the garden by Jack London’s cottage:

Are there any signs of spring where you live?


I’m dedicating today’s post to JAC. Sweet friend—I can’t sit with you as you go through this hard time, but think of this post as my way of bringing you flowers and light.