Just when you see the Gardens is busy, busy, busy with shoppers and sellers, it takes a matter of a few steps to disappear away from the crowds. At Spring Plant Sale, I certainly drooled my share over the water-smart plants and flirted with other blooms in the diversity of sections. But I wound my way back towards the front by stepping off the wide, busy pathways and meandering through the Woodland Mosaic.
Spring is a time of coming out. Of coming up. Of unearthing. Of flowering or even bursting with life and passion. I love it in the Gardens because of all the botanical treats, but I love spring yards and landscapes because you finally see what your neighbors have doing. Their bulbs are up, buds are blooming and trees are greening. There’s something to talk about on every corner. And I think that’s an important ritual of neighborliness in spring too—telling one another how great their flowers and plants and effort looks too.
As we’ve gained more storytelling mediums in my lifetime (video games, music videos, webcomics and more), I certainly feel like the short story has taken a hit in prevalence and influence. So into the gap comes Denver-based Stories on Stage; they bring short stories from any era to life in compelling readings.
In many places, the changing of the leaves hearalds the beginning of autumn. From my windows, I can see many colors, some quite brilliant in the sun. But most of the trees on my street are still green--not giving in to fall at all! I am like them. Sure, its a bit nippy before sunrise, but I have not admitted that fall is really here. Autumn requires more sweaters than I have on now...