It's 10 C this morning, 15 March 2025; spring is here and winter has come to end. This was a winter we are happy to see the end of, very cold, a lot of snow, and hard on all of us. Right now the garden doesn’t look like much, it's still winter, it's still covered with snow, but soon it will be green and full of flowers, birds will be at the bird bath, life will return to life.
Wet snow and -1C; so far, it doesn’t look like we’ll have the mild winter we had last year.
It’s the same garden but it changes, it’s a living entity subject to the changing seasons, weather, and time of day. It was Clause Monet who showed us how the sunlight at the different times of the day changed our perception and our emotional response to the same environment, the paintings in the Série des Cathédrales de Rouen is a good example of this. And so with each changing season it’s the same garden but it's like a different garden, that’s how it appears, but it’s still the same garden, changing, growing, this place of peace and quiet in the city.
Looking out of a basement window, seeing several robins in the bird bath and, a few feet away, a squirrel drinking water from a dish. For a while during Covid we had a quarantine, you would be fined if caught outside after eight p.m. except if you were walking your dog (you can’t make up this stuff); I remember standing by this same basement window, looking outside, and thinking how lovely and quiet it was. Do other people look back on Covid and question the whole thing?
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