Leaves and leaving

When spring began, it seemed as though the grape vine that grew along the fence was dead. For weeks, nothing, not a sign of green life. Of course I knew nothing of grapes so I had no idea that at least this vine put out leaves late. And so I was greatly surprised when shoots started to grow and leaves not far behind. Now it’s as lush as it’s been in any year that I recall.

I notice this spot because it’s our entryway into the garden and our way out. This is where I hunch down and crouch under the leaves to head home. This is where, on the rare occasions when it’s rained, I generally catch the water off the leaves. This year, not so much, although I wouldn’t mind it.

So this is a transition of another sort - much of my work in the past year or so is of where the water and the land meet. Here there is neither water nor shore but it is a transition nonetheless. I pass under the leaves and leave the garden.