In early spring I spend a lot of time staring at the ground. Of course, I’m looking for the first flowers. But I’m also looking for the new foliage that proves a plant has broken out of winter dormancy.

So quickly, the Snowdrops (Galanthus nivalis) have passed their peak, but I cannot be sad. Their flowers will last a while longer, and in the meantime the Crocuses are stepping up to the plate.

Today I dug up the container tulips and set them out on the path to the front door. This is a day I look forward to at the beginning of every spring.

I had to send my laptop off to the Computer Mother Ship, also known as the Best Buy computer repair center in Louisville, Kentucky.

The weather has been warm for mid-March, but wet. The garden is waking, though most of it is still pretending to sleep. Some plants are hitting the snooze button, nestling under the fertile earth like a blanket. But among all the dead leaves and stems and the dormant plants, there are those who arise happily for the early hours of spring.

Book Review: 1491, by Charles C. Mann
Here’s what I and pretty much every American child absorbed in school about the New World before the arrival of Europeans. The Americas consisted almost entirely of pristine wilderness populated by a sprinkling of Indians. The Indians left the wilderness undisturbed, and given their limited numbers were able to live off its natural abundance.
I’m on a work trip this week and this evening I was looking at pictures from our family trip to Turkey, which was back during the 2009 Christmas Holidays. I’ve written a couple of posts about our time in Istanbul, which you can find here, here, here, and here.
Overall it was an incredible trip full or remarkable experiences, and one of the most remarkable was the day we took the ferry from Istanbul to Anadolu Kavagi at the far end of the Bosporus.

I stepped outside on Saturday and noticed that the Weeping Willow (Salix babylonica) across the street had undergone a significant downsizing. It had suffered substantial breakage from the last couple of storms, and I wondered if its current state was a prelude to being taken down entirely.

Our recent March snowfall is trying to tell us something. What it is trying to tell us is this: there are too many damn rabbits in the garden.
