It was a rough winter, but for me, it’s been a difficult spring. Half of March and pretty much all of April just went missing while I was having surgery, in the hospital, then home recovering. Meanwhile, the garden’s been on its own.
Not as many flowers as usual. To no one’s surprise, the weeds and wildflowers have taken over. I’m in no condition to tend the garden — so this year, it gets to do its own thing. Express itself.
It’s a free garden, unfettered by human interference. Some would call it a mess. I call it independent.