Saturday, March 31, 2018
I begin this post --with little idea where it's going-- with a Normaphoto of a segment of her garden:
The garden is a good place to spend Easter Eve, or Dark Saturday or any of the other names given to the day before Easter. Most people don't call it anything. It's always a quiet day here --a day during which the northern hemisphere conducts renewal and birth, which are tremendous operations and not a bad way to spend a Saturday.
These processes are best monitored from gardens, even if it's only a potted plant on the window sill, a bird flying past an apartment window, a sunbeam on the floor. As I may have written here before, it's all one garden and it grows around a star. So I wish you all a happy Easter, from not-bad Saturday, wherever you are.