Everywhere I go, I hear cardinals singing to each other. And tonight the peepers are out. It’s impossible not to be obsessed with every little hint of new green and the promise of everything in bloom. The first to flower is the witch hazel tree. The blooms are sparse but lovely nonetheless. The forsythia is forced. Above is the before and after. You can begin picking as early as January and guaranteed fresh blooms about every two weeks. The pussy willows are a new discovery poached from the roadside. The snowdrops are all over the gardens, but I couldn’t resist potting one little plant for indoors. The cold frame is already full of baby spinach and lettuce ready to pick. Fresh salads are the dearest this time of year, full of memories of abundance last fall. Newly dug parsnips are so sweet from overwintering in the garden. It’s spring and we begin again.