Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
This afternoon, as we enjoyed a puddle-jumpin' walk to the post office and back, it occurred to me that buried underneath all this (somewhat melting) snow are the BULBS I planted last year! Oh Yeah! With one day blurring into another, it's sometimes a wonder I remember what I did YESTERDAY, let alone, last FALL!
But, soon and very soon, there will be a wondrous display of tulip and hyacinth lovely-ness throughout the front yard and back. And what a wondrous surprise it will be because - ha ha ha - I can't remember what I planted where!
I love springtime surprises!