I know last month I said I wasn’t so fond of spring. It’s true that the anticipation can get to me, but once everything starts greening up I remember how much I love this time of year. In fact, I find myself in love with the spring garden more and more each year. Maybe it’s because I’m able to notice more and more. It’s my 25th year as a gardener. That’s 25 springs and innumerable opportunities to have noticed the miniscule, the quiet, the discrete. The close-to-the-earth and