I've tried to follow that advice. Every day, sometimes in the rain, once or twice in the snow, through cold, wind, heat and that famous Georgia humidity, I stroll through my garden. Occasionally, I can coax my wife into taking the walk with me. Now and then I have the pleasure of taking that stroll with one of my gardening friends. Right now is my favorite time for exploring the garden.
Every morning brings some new plant poking fresh leaves out of the soil.
It sometimes seems like spring happens all at once, but it doesn't. It happens one tiny green shoot, one slowly opening bud at a time. Last weekend I went looking for some of the spring wildflowers that I had planted in one of my few shady spots at the back of the yard. I was somewhat anxious to see if the trilliums, bloodroot, rue-anemone, fairy wand and wood poppy had survived the drought. I had planted 20 of the trilliums, so I counted to see how many had survived - 22.