Sunday Funday: Spring Intoxicates With the Anticipation of Flowers

Lat fall, when I planted some 250 tulip bulbs in my front yard, I could barely handle the fact that I would have to wait until the spring to see them come up. Now they are beginning to arrive, though not in the order I intended. I created palattes for three sets, one early, one midseason, one late. Because of the weird weather, they’re all coming up at once:

Apricot Beauty, Carnival del Rio, Flaming Flad, Oxford, Super Parrot, Purple Peony, Sunlover, Orange Emperor, and Red Emperor.

It’s not time to post pictures of these tulips because they’re still unfolding. Nothing is really presentable just yet, and the picture above of my front door geranium is from last year. (This door is not an entrance, obviously.)

I’m very excited about the flowers. Tomorrow, I am going to plant a huge amount of dahlias in a raised bed in another part of the yard.

I never considered myself a gardener. But, then, there were times when I could not have seen myself as a mother. Everyone is capable of continually unfolding and blossoming.

The metaphors flowers provide astound me.