Daily Archives: March 10, 2015

it is on the way

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One of my favorite times of the year is when the crocuses and snowdrops bloom at the Big House (our name for William’s great- and grandparents house).  I love seeing all the flowers bloom at the Big House, as they do in a procession through the spring, but the first to bloom are the snowdrops and crocuses.  The “rock garden” is covered by a sheen of light purple with white intermixed.  The surest sign, for me, that spring is coming, is imminent.  It is hard to describe, or capture with a camera, the magic of turning the corner of the boxwood hedge in late winter and walking into the sweet, ephemeral beauty of those flowers covering the garden yard with moss covered rocks and English ivy in the background.  We always make special trips to the Big House this time of year, just to visit the flowers – to revel in the sweetness of coming spring and admire the tenacity of those tiny flowers to withstand so much and still bloom.  Also, to admire the forethought and art of William’s great grandmother, Elizabeth, who planted those bulbs (and boxwoods) nearly 100 years ago.

We are also enjoying the few ephemerals that have been blooming at our house.  We get southern sun, while the Big House faces north, so our flowers bloom a few days to 2 weeks before theirs.  Of course, I am inspired by Elizabeth’s example, and have planted more bulbs each fall.  I have doubts, but I hope mine will grow to bring beauty to the world, and those who come after, for many years after I am gone.

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