Last fall I planted something like 120 bulbs of various kinds. Most of them were two different varieties of daffodils.
(I didn’t really mean to plant that many; I got carried away when placing my order and was a little startled at the size of my bags when I went to pick them up. They came from the Collin County Master Gardeners, info here: http://www.ccmgatx.org/)
Now I’m glad I ordered with abandon. They’re beginning to bloom and it makes me very happy to look out and see their smiling yellow faces. Little heralds of spring trumpeting the promise of new life. Must be almost time for Easter.
In other gardening news, I was convinced the North Texas Snowmageddon earlier this year had dealt a fatal blow to my beloved hydrangea. Once the ice and snow melted away, it looked bad. Really bad. Yet when I went around the corner to check on it this week, this is what I saw:
I’m really glad I didn’t give up on it, tear it out, and throw it away when it looked hopeless. It’s tempting to do that sometimes (with people as well as plants). But God has a way of bringing things back to life, even when we think they’re hopeless.
Here’s to new life!
Just for the record: I have no affiliation with the Collin County Master Gardeners other than as a bulb customer and Web site reader. The link is provided just for your edification. Happy gardening!