Monday, February 22, 2010


It isn't exactly a wildflower, but somebody planted this quince more than 50 years ago in front of my house, and it has expanded ever since. The first buds appear right after the winter solstice. By New Year's Day, there are flowers. It lifts my heart every year to see this first celebration of the new light. It keeps blooming through June. Nobody prunes or waters or tends this tenacious, rugged plant. Here in the mountains beneath a redwood canopy, it's made itself a home.

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