Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Every spring day brings a bit more magic. In our neighborhood, those who came decades before us had the foresight to plant redbuds and dogwoods in parkways beside the street. Now, anyone who happens by is surely blown away by the blooms. I certainly am. Even though I see them every day, every day they are new to me.
That’s what we gardeners try to do—leave the world better than we found it. Gardener or not, that should be everyone’s goal.
This picture of our street doesn’t do justice to the reality.
Hoping but Mourning
This has been a hard week for my family. My cousin, Cindy, is now under hospice care. (If you read my first book, The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee, she was my inspiration for Gracie’s cousin, Candi. ☺)
In real life, Cindy was the Marcia to my Jan. Two years older than I, she was the closest thing I had to a big sister.
I hope for a miracle yet already mourn her. I mourn what will never be, and the things she will miss. And because of this, talking about the soup I made last week or the weeds I pulled or my new favorite cookie feels incredibly inconsequential.
Instead, I’ll just share pictures of the beauty around me.
Nature consoles. Nature is larger than us. Nature reminds us that life endures and rejuvenates even as it withers. And it’s perfectly healthy and beneficial to pause and notice.
Bleeding Heart (Dicentra spectabilis ‘Gold Heart’) sure puts on a show in spring, especially this variety with chartreuse foliage. We added three and may plant more. These old-fashioned beauties love shade and go dormant in summer.
Around the Square
The Fayetteville Square is always an explosion of color no matter the time of year. Here’s a sample of what’s blooming this week.
I’m not sure the variety of this dark, wine-colored tulip. Maybe Queen of the Night. Regardless of name, she is surely Queen of the Fayetteville Square.
I don’t recognize this purple stunner. The foliage is lacy. The petals, hairy. Can anyone provide identification? A type of pasque flower? An anemone?
This striking tulip is called Tubergen’s Gem. Canary yellow with swaths of bright red on the outer petals makes this one a standout in a sea of spring goodness. These tulips grow in abundance around the square, so bright and happy.
It’s morel mushroom season, and we are don’t have to go far to find them, foraging in our own yard. These truly are a gift from the earth.
Our leatherleaf viburnums are in bloom. These shrubs are a favorite of bees and birds, producing flowers in spring and berries in fall.
Our hostas are growing half an inch a day. The phlox is in bloom. Shasta daisies are coming up around the soft touch hollies. A wren is building a nest inside the metal mailbox beside the red door. I watch her carry twigs and bits of straw through the hole in the front.
This isn’t our front door or our “real” mailbox, so we don’t mind that a bird has taken up residence. In fact, we sort of love it.
Soon we will have babies.
So Much Change
Every day brings so much change in our little backyard. Aren’t we lucky to have Annabelle and Gracie overseeing everything?
Rest is important too.
Sorry for the short Sunday Letter. As my writer friend Tom Sweeney would say, I’ll try to do better next week.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.