Three crocuses are up as of this morning in our community garden, seeds are growing on our windowsill.
Happy (almost) spring!
Posted by Miriam on 2006-03-16 17:02:42 +0000
Hooray for Spring! Here, the Bradford pear trees are all in bloom, and the past few days I've seen flowers on the forsythia, weeping cherry trees, and a few early magnolias (not the great big ones). Some new shoots have come up in my yard, too...I think they're tulips, but they're in a huge clump that's more reminiscent of irises.
Posted by pchippy on 2006-03-16 17:07:07 +0000
Hmm...
If the leaves are flat, they're irises. If the leaves are somewhat curled in on themselves, they could be tulips.
Posted by Miriam on 2006-03-16 17:10:30 +0000
They have a rounded tip, so I'm pretty sure they're tulips.
Posted by tgl on 2006-03-16 17:47:40 +0000
Lara ecstatically reports that bulbs are a-pushin' their way in Eastie (Lynn), too.
Posted by tgl on 2006-03-16 17:49:39 +0000
Which reminds me...
Putting in the Seed by Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
Posted by pchippy on 2006-03-16 18:01:24 +0000
Here something stubborn comes,
Dislodging the earth crumbs
And making crusty rubble.
It comes up bending double,
And looks like a green staple.
It could be seedling maple,
Or artichoke, or bean.
That remains to be seen.
Forced to make choice of ends,
The stalk in time unbends,
Shakes off the seed-case, heaves
Aloft, and spreads two leaves
Which still display no sure
And special signature.
Toothless and fat, they keep
The oval form of sleep.
This plant would like to grow
And yet be embryo;
Increase, and yet escape
The doom of taking shape;
Be vaguely vast, and climb
To the tip end of time
With all of space to fill,
Like boundless Igdrasil
That has the stars for fruit.
But something at the root
More urgent than that urge
Bids two true leaves emerge,
And now the plant, resigned
To being self-defined
Before it can commerce
With the great universe,
Takes aim at all the sky
And starts to ramify.
"Seed Leaves (for R.F.)" by Richard Wilbur
Putting in the Seed by Robert Frost You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.