The Hazelnut is covered with catkins. Scores of ground bees and the fragrance of Lemon Thyme surround me as I trim off dead stalks.
While pulling ivy I observe my nemesis, Lesser Celandine, which has a special gift for proliferating using not one way of propagating but three: bulb, root and seed, helped, too, by the unfortunate ignorance of neighbors who think it’s a pretty yellow flower or a buttercup. It’s not. It’s an invasive species. I try to get ahead of it by digging it out before it flowers.
The ‘shoulds’ are set aside: I’m having a happy childhood to the accompaniment of spring birdsong and my neighbors talking and laughing on their porch.
They must be indulged.