The glorious view from the sunroom begins the second week of March. The vista is never dull. Even in the lull of winter, there are a variety of colorful hellebores with blooms from December, but the grander scale is begun with two white flowered magnolias (‘Merrill’ and ‘Royal Star’) that are viewed before the small forest of Japanese maples comes into leaf.

On the (rare) occasion that allows the magnolias’ blooms to remain unblemished for two weeks by freezing temperatures, a large serviceberry (Amelanchier canadensis, above)) follows immediately. Fortunately, the series of blooms precedes the leafing of a red leafed ‘Atrolineare’ Japanese maple that is slightly delayed in leaf by its partially shaded circumstance. The serviceberry fades as the maple comes into leaf. Then, the sunroom’s view is arguably more marvelous, surrounded by the varied colors of the maples.

Brilliantly planned, you say. Of course, I take full credit. For nothing. Instead, the splendid sequence of flowers and foliage colors is a complete accident. Yes, I planted all, and perhaps there is some hidden genius that has otherwise not been revealed. Undoubtedly, the progression is a matter of luck.

The longtime gardener must resign himself to the occasional disappointment, but also many unexpected pleasures. If he is fortunate to remain in a garden for several decades, his luck will bring endless joyful moments.