Happy harbinger of spring! This is a red witch hazel, blooming in Boston long before it will bloom in upstate New York ~ well, perhaps not that long, but long enough. At the tail-end of winter, the days crawl slowly by as we bide our time waiting for the sun. There is nothing new about this post, as I usually post the parade of witch hazel blooms as they start to burst; it’s the first spot of color after a long stretch of barren and depressing surroundings.
Usually I despise repeating myself, but when that repetition is of such a happy tradition I’m glad to suspend my derision. The earliest signs of spring are always welcome, no matter how tried and true.
As a Virgo, I’m a creature of habit. I like order and consistent schedules. The blooming of witch hazel satisfies all that, as well as my love of warmer weather. Soon it will be time for the first tour of the garden ~ a time to assess winter damage, to remind me of where we last left off, to inspire the plans of summer. It shall be a good time indeed.
