|Written by Sherry|
|Thursday, 08 May 2008 06:22|
Just returned from a little meander through the garden (latte in hand, naturlich)
May. Daffodils I planted last fall in bloom. Tulips I planted last fall about to burst into glory. Perennials that I planted last year coming back with vigor in the bed on top the stone wall that Fr. Mike and my army of clerical slaves built. Aspens and the trees we planted last year breaking into leaf. Grass we laid last summer greening up. Cool, sunny morning and fresh snow on the mountains.
The gardener's reward at long last. And from here, it all looks so natural and effortless.