This morning the sun crossed a point in the sky and the branches of Donna's tree which, this year, means warm enough soil for sprouts, as seen so gloriously sprung below after anxious, tardy days since seeding. It could be a month different some years, but this is how lore is accumulated, and the position of the sun is part of the new lore of my garden. Next week I am expecting the first toad chorus for the year during the new moon, as has happened the past two years.
Caulitomapepocab in varying abundance.
Onions and squash-in-a-cage for protection from the dastardly borer moth.
Sundown the same day, the spread looking southwest