This now is when I know spring is truly here and will not leave us stranded with our dreams of summer heat and green.

The chives are at their moment of perfection, of shining oneness. Twelve inches tall, clumps of perfect curve. Hundreds of long slender chive strands perfectly shaped and working together in their knoll of chive. Waving slowly with each breath of wind passing through. They are right where and what and how they are meant to be. Evolved in their niche – for their purpose – doing just what they are meant to do. Nature’s perfection.