On a cold February morning, a maple with a bucket on it can sound more awake than the rest of the garden. The beds are still flat. The lawn is patched with old snow. The buds on the branches look tight and undecided. Then, from a small metal spout in the bark, a clear drop gathers, falls, and ticks against…
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…
