Where does a garden columnist start? There is so much emerging life all around. I think May has been called high spring. It is impossible to keep up.

When it comes to birds, what I don’t know is a lot. I keep promising myself that I will take up bird watching when I’m old.

I’m not a big fan of poetry, but I am fond of rhyming songs and hymns. There is a verse from the Oxford Book of Carols that fits the season.

The deer have nibbled the just emerging tulips, bunnies are working on the crocus leaves, vole trails are everywhere in the vegetable patch.

One would think by Easter weekend there would be tons of garden activity. What is a garden columnist to do? I’ll try to soldier on.

The weather, just like my family members, will not respond to criticism. Because I am able to dig in my hoop house, I keep trying to do some work.