My two favorite signs of spring snuck up on me this year. Here’s the first:
Some English daisies that I planted from seed right after we were married back in 2007. They remind me of our first house, my first grown-up yard, and our young love. I get less than 10 flowers off them every year, but {hopefully} this is the year they will find a permanent home in our yard and really get the chance to proliferate.
And I will refrain from waxing poetic about the next one:
Pale pink peonies, just like I had in my wedding bouquet. This is the second house for these, and they’ve done well here in spite of our soil issues. I’m also hoping for proliferation of these once the yard project starts and we can amend soil and transplant them.
Ok, maybe not waxing…but just one little haiku:
Grow, peonies, grow
I will bring your blooms inside
But first ants must die
