Let the Blooms Begin

     A wonderful childhood memory of mine is arriving home after church one Sunday to find a clump of yellow, daffodils beaded with rain. To this day, nothing says spring to me like the fragrance of a simple daffodil. As my gardens begin to awaken to the first signs of spring, I delight in the beauty of these harbingers of a new season. I agree with John Keats that a thing of beauty is a joy forever.
     The best things that can come out of a garden are gifts for other people.