Spring is here (not officially, but essentially). Yesterday we planted bok choy by seed in the small raised bed next to the raspberry patch. We cut back the last of the tall grasses out front. And we moved a salvia that was crowding the contorted filbert (aka Harry Lauder's Walking stick). Crocus and scilla and paperwhites are up everywhere. And the pear is about to burst into blossom. The world is right again.