Nothing captures the coming of spring better than a sea of daffodils splashing over the landscape. After the harsh winter here in the US Midwest, I was overjoyed to see that my cheery King Alfred daffodils survived winter’s brutal temps and mischievous squirrels.
And then winter came back, blanketing the blooms in snow.
But the warmth returned and my cats rejoiced!
Spring will restart again and again until it surrenders to the sure heat of summer. Whenever I imagine I’m tardy in tilling and planting, I remember this: When my husband and I moved our family to this part of the country – thirty years ago this May 5th – we unpacked our moving van in an ice storm! Working with Nature is the only way to garden. She’ll warm us soon enough.
Like spring, this blog is slow to bloom. I plan to post on a variety of topics dear to me and those subjects in which my friends, family, and followers have expressed interest. Feel free to contact me if there is something special you’d like to see. I am happy to share…