Gardeners dream in seeds. All winter those potent points of life slumber, waiting expectantly for the first stirrings of spring. Now, as the days pass the spring equinox, the light luxuriously out-stretching the dark, the gardener in me stirs. I read seed catalogs...
Yes, spring has arrived. I know it by the violets emerging through last autumn’s half decomposed oak leaves, and the apricot boughs swelling and bursting with the first brave white blossoms. I say brave because spring is a risky business, and no gambler’s money is...