The flowers that bloom in the spring (tra la)
We’re having a little heat wave to celebrate the yes-it’s-really-here arrival of spring. So those bits of the garden that aren’t covered in ivy or weeds are finally really springing up. Ferns, hyacinths, late daffodils, lily of the valley. The crocuses are making way for the bleeding hearts and the sharp, furled points of hostas are pushing up through the clumps of earth. I love to see the plants shouldering aside the dirt and crawling back to the surface like so many little undead creatures, except happy, pretty ones that don’t feast on your flesh or suck your blood.
Tonight, I did a quick run through the garden and noticed buds on the trumpet vine and the almost invisibly tiny flowers on the ginger. Something my aunt planted which I forget the name of has little green buds and the hydrangeas are beginning to green over. I clapped for them all, cheering them on, even whispering “well done!” to a few of them. It’s silly, but I do think they deserve a little round of applause, so bravely coming back year after year. And I am so very happy to see them.
