Siberian iris, weigelia, clematis, hollyhocks, and the Johnson's Blue geraniums are all starting to bloom. I just stare in amazement at the wonder of these plants doing that thing they do again and again, year after year.
When I was a younger gardener I got frustrated when things died. The lilacs that got too wet the year we moved in, the first Japanese maple that got zapped by a late freeze, the forsythia that tried it's best to thrive in several spots before it finally fizzled out, and on and on and on. I have learned with time and some schooling from my gardening mentors that some things only just last so long and have to be replaced.
Carol's philosophy of zen gardening is in seeing each success as completely miraculous and each failure as an expected consequence. Pretty deep, I know.