April

4^th post in a series of 12 for 2026, written at the conclusion of each month. You are welcome to go back and read the posts for January, February, and March

“April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.” – Vita Sackville-West

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April is my favorite month. Icy, cold, and windy at the beginning and graced with flowers and warm breezes at the end. My morning walks through my New England village are a delight as each day something new is happening in the gardens, greens, and backyards down the street. The scent of newly mown grass, maple seedlings crowding the garden beds bidding for a chance to grow tall and strong, the gradual blooming of forsythia, magnolias, and daffodils, the taste of warm air with its hints of summer.

“…every tip of branch, every blade of grass seems attuned to the shift.” Clare Mulvany from The Wild Edge here on Substack

Sleeping with the window wide open so I feel connected to the world as it unfolds itself in my garden, I hear whisperings of the days to come when the crabapples are graced with fruit and the herbs below them scent the air. Rain, the harbinger of perfect growth for every plant I have nurtured through the years, lulls me to sleep. The tinkle of garden chimes reaches through the screen and tickles my ears awake at 3 AM. I hear four-legged garden friends wandering in the dark; rabbits nibbling grass and watching for owls, a skunk looking for a place to rest during the daylight hours, a coyote beyond the fence eyeing the others. We are all one.

Persephone, goddess of rebirth and agricultural renewal guides my hand as I plant, weed, and nurture early spring spaces. Trips to the nursery are a delight because there is so much to choose from! From frozen ground to workable soil, we create new beds or rearrange to make room for new plants. No great plan but a reliance on intuition to guide placement, and we watch as new growth signifies their happiness. And then, it rains again. Transformed by light and moisture the April world makes way for May’s warmth. I am looking forward to more blooms, warm days for walks and garden work, and cool evenings still, wrapped in a blanket listening to the world outside my window.