(photo by nobuflickr)
When we first moved into this house 17 years ago it had a wonderful, magical garden. Almost every year the very first crocus shows it purple head on Ellie's birthday. It is like a little gift. But, due to having kids, drought and grad. school, the original garden has dwindled. This summer I've started replanting it.
Last weekend, even though it was a balmy 80 degrees, I thought of next spring as I stood taking in the myriad of bulbs that could be planted. In the end I picked up lots of crocus, some dwarf iris and a number of different Alliums. I spent the late afternoon planting them in clusters, little groups of a variety of color and size. It made me smile to think about what it will look like as they peek through the snow during the cold, grey days of March.
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