In mid-March, a peony bed can look empty until it suddenly does not. The soil is still dark and cold. Last year’s stems have been cut away. Mulch lies flat, and the rest of the border is only beginning to loosen. Then, from the crown, a cluster of red points breaks the surface. They do not look like the flowers…
By mid-December, a garden can vanish in the night. Paths soften, beds lose their edges, and the seed heads that looked architectural in November become little dark punctuation marks above a white page. Snow seems to simplify everything. It hides the unfinished jobs, the uncut stems, the fallen leaves that escaped the rake, and the soil you meant to mulch…
