NOTIONS: Race for the cure; reach for the phone
Spring has exploded in my urban garden. The climbing hydrangeas race up the trellises. The perennials ascend toward azure blue. And the flowering crab has erupted like a Fourth of July firework. It was a hard winter for us. Last fall, two shrubs by the stone bench turned brown and we couldn’t save them. In December, the blue spruce by the back gate shed its needles and died. And my fellow gardener, who planted this place and nurtured it with…