The border is in bloom for three weeks in the early spring.
This is the first week.
It is my favorite of all the bulbs. These small, non-showy flowers are spectacular in mass. In the early 1980's I dug a few hundred out of a ladies yard. I have propagated them all these years. As I clean the leaves in the beds I give the border a haircut. I am spending time with my hyacinth.
It is unseasonably warm at 8am. Rain is in the forecast for this afternoon.
The flowers are blooming earlier then last year. Spring is moving along rather quickly.
I like the process of Mother Nature. The way the lupines hold the dew drops fascinates me.
My gardens are full of stories. These tulips were bulbs my friend saved from the trash bin at her work. The landscapers were planting summer flowers treating the tulips as if they were spring annuals. She did not get them planted in her garden and they wintered over in her garage. She brought 150 of them to me. That was four years ago. Out of all those little bulbs, three survived. It will take a few more years of growing before I will divide them. I named them, "Ali Tulips".
He introduced himself and said, "You have a multi-cultural lawn. I have been looking for variegated wild violets and I cannot find any in the wild. Could I have one of yours?" "Of course," I said. "Help yourself. I have plenty to share."
I like bio-diversity. The wild violets are charming.