On the
sidewalk to the mailbox one morning, I looked down into the teeny
tiny blue faces of what I call Johnny-Jump-Ups, or bluets. They are a sure sign
that spring is here.
Returning from posting mail that morning, I stopped, looked around and noticed that blobs
of white dotted the edge of the yard that fronts the street. White irises! All
up and down the perimeter—under the sassafras, in the yucca bed, near the
redbud, and even down the concrete-block wall that delineates the
old driveway.
Also, near my feet was a clump of the
white daffodils that I’d moved from the lower yard several years back. Their
fragrance was strong––second only to the aroma of hyacinths. I plucked a couple
to add to the bouquet on the dining table. They went into
the small green vase that’s shaped like the Eiffel Tower. With two sprigs of
spirea, voila! Now, when I sit to read or eat, they assail my senses of sight
and smell, and I sigh, contented, thankful.
As if that weren’t blessing enough,
Sunday, the first day of daylight saving time, I worked
outside during the extra hour of daylight planting part of the flat of dianthus
(pinks).
The next day, I planted the others, plus the pot of
non-running monkey grass. I might even get back into the southwest corner and
tackle more overgrown privet.
Spring brings many blessings and I have renewed energy to get into the huge yard. So, now, I dedicate at least the evening hour from 6 to 7 to work in the yard. It's the least I can do. And I love doing it. I hope you find blessings in your yard, too.
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