A. watering the creeping phlox

Mid-April and the pink Daphne is in full-bloom.   My daffodils are still buds about to pop.  

A. turns on the hose by herself and waters the dry perennial garden.   She likes the Tree Peony poking up its reddish fronds.

I’m always amazed how bright and dry April can be, no leaf cover to protect the eyes from white-sun glare, no canopy to soften the light, a harsh desert in Northern New England.

A. hoses down her dress, strips it off, and runs through the grass naked outside for the first time this year.

I can barely remember winter.

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