The fast spring growth has become the slow but steady development of a dense and impenetrable wall of green. The structure seems, over time, to have become less understandable, knowable. What is behind this green, knowable a few weeks ago, is secret now.
Early morning, following the pathway along the creek. The bridge allows in just the start of the day.
Today the light rain sometimes blurred into “showers.” Alexa said, when she told me the weather, “Don’t let the rain get you down.” Early spring, Sunday, but no gardeners because of the rain. My feet got wet, but the colours and haze kept me walking forward to see what else there was to see. A pain of red gloves, and a worktable of some sort in the woodlands behind the garden. I wanted to stay but my wet feet wanted to go home.
