... in my gardens. It's that time again. Time to plant the hopeful seeds, to lay them down in a bed of soft, warm soil, to nurture them and wait for nature's blessings. To begin again, again.
It occurs to me that part of the magic of Spring is that we're given the gift of another chance. In an existence where there are few "do-overs", we can start over once again. Reminds me of a Chicago song, "Listen, children, all is not lost, all is not lost..." It's all about hope.
The onion sets are in, and the strawberries.
But my flower beds are looking pretty bad. Yikes- they could use some work! I hope I'll get them cleaned out today!
In the meantime, here are some of the flowers currently on display...