Usually I begin the growing season's calendar when I order the seeds I start under lights in our basement. But this year something has kept me insistently focused on an April starting point rather than March so the few type of seeds I don't already have to hand remain unordered. I know not why. But I trust that will change and then I'll say okay. I get it now.
Today begins the 39th year I've kept track of what I grow and what I make from the various harvests with a different cyclical First that's always recorded with great joy: today I glimpsed honeybees who are almost certainly from the farmhouse hives across the road. Also - yesterday marked our first day of outdoor flowers but the Croci didn't stay open more than an hour or two before the sun disappeared until this morning.
Yesterday was also the first day of forced bulb flowering here in the studio. Was lovely to see in a grey day of very low light. Consequently the pictures I took of the new flower were quite blurry. But this morning at the bloom's full peak I was able to catch a nice portrait. I planted these bulbs on the winter solstice.
Having these deeply meaningful annual events occur with such close synchronicity has been a wonderful reminder of all that's to follow. These parts of my day were good and sweet. Closer to noon the cat and I went back outside for a woods walk during which I yanked masses of periwinkle out of the path to the compost bin. Afterwards we both stretched out on the deck - I on the bottom level and her above where she could gaze down at me in her preferred supervisory fashion. Did some alternate nostril breathing and then sank deep into my bones as they warmed in the day's sunlight.