I realize April showers are supposed to bring May’s flowers, and with any luck, that will hold true this year, but the showers we had this month brought some much-needed color to my life.
You’d think that the way I photograph these blooms so lovingly that my yard would be carpeted in color, but unfortunately, that is not true.
The flowers are small, at least in comparison to the wide swaths of dirt in which they’ve been planted.
Despite the small size, and the sparse blooms, each flower is a treasure and is loved for itself.
It does tickle me, though, when people tell me they wish they could see my garden, when the truth is, they (and you!) get to see every flower that blooms.
Someday, perhaps, I will have a garden to show off, but for now, I’m just delighted I have any blooms to share on this lovely last day of winter.
Pat Bertram is the author of intriguing fiction and insightful works of grief.