I swear, I’ll never complain about Mother Nature again.

Everything in garden world is bursting with new life. I hardly know where to begin.

Last week’s two hot days accelerated the season in spades. All the lawns have greened up.

The quinces and cherries are in full and glorious bloom. Forsythia and daffodils are still holding their own.

My editor at the Gazette is kind enough to pick up my column every Wednesday morning.

The weather has been a topic of conversation for a couple months. There is quite a lot of complaining in a person’s daily travels.