Last night we read the Passion story from the Gospel of John. That story has a detail I had never noticed before. Near the place where Jesus was crucified there was a garden, and in the garden was a new tomb where his body was laid. I kept the Easter Vigil in the garden this afternoon, losing track of time.
I pruned back the last of the coleonemas, clearing out the dead wood underneath and trimming it back for a fuller plant. As ever, more weeding and acorns and generous applications of Preen mulch.
The California native iris in Saint Francis Plaza has a single shoot with a cluster of buds. I am intrigued to see how it blooms.
A Year at the Snake 