More flowers are opening in the front flower beds.
These are tiny tulips. I am struck by the similarity of the colors to the early crocuses. I suppose it only means I am nothing if not consistent in my choices.
These are all flowers I planted. The tulips and daffodils planted when the beds were rebuilt, in the fall of 2014, have yet to show up, which is not surprising after what I still think of the mulch massacre of 2015. The former landscaper for this community applied mulch that was too hot, and all my bulbs, tiny tulips and many daffodils shriveled and lost their leaves. A few bravely sent up flowers, as a dying plant will in a last-ditch effort to procreate, but without leaves to collect nutrients, the bulbs died. I am a little apprehensive, but hoping for a better outcome this year, with a new landscape company.
We even have another tiny iris. I don't remember the name of this one, although I am certain I chose and planted it.
There is much still to do in the gardens, perhaps some I should have done already, although it is only March. But I probably won't get a lot done in the garden this Easter weekend. I am busy elsewhere, and next weekend is Big Ears. At least there is time in between. And I am more determined than I have been in quite a long time. That will help. I still occasionally give in to lethargy, and there is a fine line sometimes between intentional unhurriedness or a penchant toward quiet reflection and its darker cousin, lethargy. In the same way there is a fine line between determination and a tendency to overdo. I'm still working on those distinctions. Perhaps always shall.
But in the meantime there is Easter and its symbolism of death and rebirth if one is inclined toward Christianity, or the quiet stillness and potential for birth represented by Easter Eggs and bunnies, or, new leaves and flowers breaking the surface and bravely soldiering on, determined to grow and blossom and welcome the warmth of the sun whatever vicissitudes Mother Nature, the volatility of human emotion, and life in general may throw our way.
Have a lovely weekend, whatever your beliefs, whatever your plans, whatever your rituals, whatever stumbling blocks may roll into your path. Simply know that grace abounds in this world, perhaps dormant at times, waiting for nourishment, waiting to blossom.