a small gathering of captures from my never-ending season
snow impels tulips stems to gracefully curve, echoing their sometimes convoluted stretch towards sun. and with foliage hidden, the blooms are rendered as if on a three-dimensional canvas.
suddenly, it’s spring. signs everywhere…maples in flower; drifts of crocus punching through last season’s leafs; the all-day racket of birdlife.
cleanup cannot wait. some grasses are greening up and with tulip foliage getting tall we have just scant days to shear our beds indiscriminately.
