A little book I enjoy.. this one.. was a gift years ago..bought at a book sale..with an inscription to a "Jane"..
Jane Doe..John Doe..
Landed in Monique's hands..it's always on a bookshelf..with this old camera I have had forever and a day.
It features garden stories..watercolors.. and a huge dried lilly my son-in -law handed me the day he married our daughter..it's left discoloration on some pages but to me ..it's only made it more precious.
Read the March poem..it brings optimism:)
In our home..yellow tulips this time..My husband's idea..he has grown accustomed to them..:)
And violets..an old fashioned favorite of mine..
Before my fingers get to dig in the earth..I'll bide my time with these:)
See the discolorations?
Never mind..I even write in cookbooks now..
Things change..they never stay the same..
I only see the tops of the hydrangea branches..the Tree of Enchantment is still well hidden under all the snow..
Soon..I'll climb over the snow and clip the group 3 clematis.Haul the cuttings to The Secret Garden..
The snow will melt ...
The Spring clean up will begin..
The fence will be repainted..
Some wintered birdhouses will go back out.
And then..like magic..I'll look out and everything will be a sea of green instead of white.