This morning, before the wind got too strong to be comfortable, I wandered around my property looking for treasures. The first treasure didn’t take much looking — the red tulip really popped in the sea of green.
This was one of the many tulips I planted my first autumn in this house. None of those tulips had come up making me wonder about my ever becoming a gardener. And yet now, almost three years later, this particular beauty decided to make itself known. As did this grape hyacinth.
Interestingly, an acquaintance stopped by to drop something off, and he was so taken by these jewels in the grass, that he, too, called them “treasures.” But those aren’t the only treasures of the day. There are a couple of double tulips that are still blooming.
and two yellow tulips hold pride of place beneath the lilacs.
Speaking of lilacs, the purple lilacs I planted three years ago are blooming! So lovely!
As are the white lilacs that gleam among those shiny green leaves.
The people I bought the house from had planted some clove currents, and she occasionally asks if they are still here. I can honestly tell her that not only are they still here, but that they are thriving.
So many treasures! And with any luck, this is just the beginning.
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Pat Bertram is the author of intriguing fiction and insightful works of grief.
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April 29, 2022 at 4:01 pm
You are quite the gardener with lots of beautiful treasures.
April 29, 2022 at 9:08 pm
Thank you.