Through the oak leavesPosted: April 16, 2017
Last fall I decided to add some spring bulbs to my garden. Faced with a dizzying choice of spring bulbs (early-blooming, late-blooming, tall, short, etc.) in an online catalogue, I did what any sensible person would do, I settled for several collections of flowers chosen by someone much wiser and more knowledgeable than myself in these matters. I planted them carefully according to spacing and depth suggested, and then crossed my fingers that squirrels wouldn’t dig them up before the snow fell. Of course I also threw out the labels from the packages so now, as snow melts and each little shoot emerges, miraculously, through a thick carpet of autumn’s oak leaves, I am surprised and thrilled which each new blossom. I will try to sketch them all as they open, and we will find out together if the wise and knowledgeable expert chose well for me.