Sometimes, I wish I could always record life in terms of coinciding botanical events. “It was redbud season when I got that new job,” for example; or “Our friends came to visit when the plums were ripe.” I DO recall things this way. Redbuds will later remind me of starting that job, and I will have been glad we could share our plums. And I have always admired gardeners who were assiduous record-keepers (“On April 23rd the first of the lilacs opened, and the last Kauffman tulip opened, but last year they opened on the 18th.”). I am not that assiduous. Nor am I that concerned.
You see, I am a big-picture kind of person. I have always seen my life and my gardens as being much more a part of a larger whole. Dates, then, are a part of a continuum that I can either recognize, or not. This water lily, for example. It is the second one to bloom, on the second plant. I had my eye on the first, and yes, it bloomed a week ago Tuesday (and that Tuesday was the first day I saw my first lightning bug (firefly)). But this date has only (up to now, anyway) been noted in my mind, not in a book. Would I be a better gardener if I had this charted somewhere? I am not sure.
I just go with the flow.