I am grateful to all the people in my neighborhood who plant spring flowers.
Thanks, and ever thanks. Your gardens give me more delight than you can imagine.
Today’s photo is a little shot in the arm for all of us craving color, beauty, and, well, spring.
I found such a lovely poem – “Tulips” by A. E. Stallings – that really captures the essence of the flowers’ fleeting beauty:
Something about the way they twistAs if to catch the last applause,And drink the moment through long straws,And how, tomorrow, they’ll be missed.