A Song of Spring
This weekend was a song for spring. It began with the girls' spring concert Friday night. Here is Hels walking up to the church for the performance. The capstone of the evening was Vivaldi's Spring. It was truly glorious--the best children's concert I have ever heard--and I left so grateful for the musical education my girls are having. The girls were so proud.
Since I was a child, Mother's day has always been about the garden. We always gave my Mother a big hanging plant. My weekend was filled with thoughtful garden gifts from my family. Lou brought me a refreshing strawberry/mint drink in a champagne flute as I weeded my perennial garden.
Nels dug up a new garden bed and placed this stone at the end. We then headed off to a beautiful little farm in a deep valley that sold $3 perennials--all divided from her very old garden beds. We got forsythia, strawberries, and some other beauties.I had been wanting to create a shade garden in a corner of our house. Hels helped me transplant ferns, solomon's seal, violets, and lilies of the valley. I hope some of it lives--the ferns are looking a little shocked.
Dinner included fiddleheads (which the girls doused with hollandaise). I like this little bit of ephemeral food--we talked about other little ephemeral spring creatures we had seen and heard throughout the day including the peepers, a little snail leaving a silver streak across the drive, and the red-spotted newt who I discovered deep in the earth.From Vivaldi to new gardens to ephemerals in the woods. This weekend was more than a song of spring--it was an orchestral suite.