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.