A spring shade bed can look as if it has learned to blush and cool at the same time. Lungwort opens with little pink bells, then the older flowers nearby settle into violet and blue. The spotted leaves are pretty enough on their own, but the flowers make the plant look like a small calendar. One cluster can hold yesterday,…
April violets have a way of appearing in the parts of a garden where management loosens its grip. They collect under hedges, soften the edge of a path, settle into damp lawn, and rise between last year’s leaves before the taller perennials have fully remembered themselves. From a distance they read as color: small purple flags in the green. Up…
Most garden seeds are satisfied with ordinary invitations: water, air, a workable temperature, and enough contact with soil to feel that the season has turned. Beans swell. Lettuce stirs near the surface. A tomato seed, given warmth and moisture, behaves as if the world has made its intentions clear. Then there are seeds that seem to be waiting for a…
An April magnolia can look almost unreasonable. The grass is still thin, the perennials are barely showing, and the rest of the tree has not bothered with leaves. Then the branches open bowls of pink, cream, purple, or white into the cold air, as if the garden has skipped several pages and landed directly in bloom. That early display is…
A pea seedling looks simple when it first breaks the soil. Two pale halves of a seed have done their work below, a green shoot has hooked upward, and the first tendrils begin searching for something to hold. From above, it is all freshness and appetite. From below, if you lift the plant carefully a few weeks later, there may…
On a mild March day, the woodland floor can seem to wake before the trees have heard the news. The canopy is still a gray net overhead. Last year’s leaves are flattened and wet. Then, almost at ankle height, small flowers begin taking possession of the light: bloodroot opening like white paper, trout lily lifting yellow bells above mottled leaves,…
A fresh cut on a March branch can look unexpectedly dramatic. One minute you are doing the sensible work of late-winter pruning. The next, a maple twig or grape cane is shining with clear drops, and the cut seems to be weeping as if the plant has changed its mind about the whole operation. This is the sort of small…
March seedlings have a way of making the whole gardening year feel suddenly physical. One week the packets are still paper promises. The next week, a tray on the windowsill is full of thin green stems lifting paired little leaves above the soil. They are so small that it is easy to treat them as decoration. In fact, they are…
Before the woodland has much color to offer, eastern skunk cabbage is already making weather of its own. It rises from wet leaf litter while snow still lingers in the shaded hollows, often with a clean melted ring around each maroon hood. Look closely and it does not resemble cabbage at all. It looks more like a small, mottled lantern…
A seed potato in February looks like a small argument against winter. It sits in a carton on a cool windowsill, still mostly tuber, but with blunt purple nubs beginning to rise from its eyes. Outside, the soil may be wet, cold, and not remotely ready. Inside the potato, spring has already begun negotiating. This quiet pre-sprouting is often called…
