Ah, it begins.
A quiet note sounds in the distance. A light breeze, a hint of song...
Along the edge of the marsh, the deep and dusky notes of catkins on the Alders. The catkins sway in the breeze below the much smaller red cones of the female flowers. Last years cones persist.
Buds are enlarging, ready to sing of leaves.
A thrilling run of deep notes of purple from Iris Reticulata sound. One of the first flowers to bloom and a sustained note in the cool weather.
A throb of yellow becomes just audible as the Cornus Mas shrub covers itself in its curious small flowers.
Snowdrops appear above the leaves on the forest floor, introducing the opening notes of the garden's theme.
Light high notes, rising briefly, so briefly, above the deeper concerns in the background.
The Iris hands off to the bright blue-purple blooms of Anemone Blanda.
White Trilliums rush to add their voices.
Bloodroot doubles them along the fence row.
A quiet counterpoint of fiddleheads begins beneath the theme.
Hepaticas, delicate and ephemeral, join in.
Trout Lilies nod over their contribution.
In a garden, deep in the woods, Spring begins.