"I don't know why flowers make me so happy," I remarked last night to my hunk o' burnin' love. "They just do."
Here's a wild corner of our back yard. Follow the path to the base of those two trees and you'll see my husband's compost heap.
The blue flowers are another great favorite of mine, Virginia bluebells. In the ten years since we moved here, I've picked them every spring like there was no tomorrow--and now, suddenly, it is tomorrow, and the bluebells no longer dominate this patch of ground. This spring I have refrained from picking a single bluebell in the hope that they'll set lots of seeds for next year.
It isn't as though I don't have plenty of other flowers to pick. From now until late autumn, I'll have fresh flowers in my home office every day.
I can hardly wait for the roses and the lilies to bloom....