I was doing some mindless task a couple of evenings ago in the front garden area when a strong scent wafted over, tickled my nostrils, and literally stopped me in my tracks. Mind you, it’s only the first weekend of February, a tad early around these parts for this kind of fragrance. I turned, and sure enough, Ms. Daphne odora had been watching me, trying to lure me over. It worked. Covered with rosy-pink buds, several buds had opened up as white ballerina tutus. It sent such a thrill through me – I was compelled to breathe in that fragrance. I wonder if birds feel this way about the signs of spring? If I were a bird I’d be singing about it.
What signs of spring are in your garden?