I'm getting anxious for Spring. I want to get my hands into the good, rich earth and start gardening. But, I still see signs around the yard of what will be there soon. Last year's blossoms, preserved so that you can see where this year's beauty will be.
Will become this year's New England Asters
Will become this year's Butterfly Bush
Will become this year's Hydrangeas
I love the seasons here. There is something good to be said for each one. And, I'm glad I live in a place where we get to see four distinct ones. I think that it makes you appreciate each one more. But, I'm always especially glad to see the Spring come, and with it, the promise of a new flowering of life.