Every spring, my hands itch to play in the dirt, to clean out the debris of winter, to turn clean, rich soil in my hands, to place seedlings in the ground and nurture them to their full potential.
In the meantime, I’ve gathered flowers where I could, and spend a few minutes each day marveling at the unique beauty that is theirs alone.
Outdoors, sky blue Lagunas spill out of two clay pots, although they look more purple than blue to me.
While indoors, cut hydrangeas, left over from my granddaughter’s birthday party, remind me of summers spent at my grandmother’s house in Mississippi.
Flowers, no matter how I come by them, are one of the simple pleasures in life, a necessity, as I see it.
Until next time, dear friends, gather flowers where you can.