The burning and cutting is done. Within a month, with warmer temperatures, thousands of grasses and perennials will break the surface, and a textured plain of green will emerge.
I’ve come to look forward to this time of year, waiting in suspense, spotting the early comers among the leaf litter and debris. The frogs and peepers are already singing at night.
Natural mulch will shelter the plants as they emerge, adding another layer of organic matter to the heavy clay.
Rich clay, though, so this flat plain will spring to life in besotted splendor. In three month’s time, something like this–