This morning, I headed out the door with my school bag as usual at 7:50 thereabouts. It was overcast, but I had seen bits of light as I was gathering up my things to go. I tossed my bag on the passenger seat and looked across the yard toward the pond. There it was—a lone purple flower amongst the little white ones. The flowers were beginning to bud and bloom in my little flower patch.
Earlier in the year, I bought a bag of mixed wildflower seeds and a mix of flower seeds for “shade.” I read the various varieties in each mix, but I don’t remember all of the types that should be coming up.
I looked over a little more, and the bee balm is blooming, and day lilies are beginning to open. After yesterday’s rain, these blossoms were a welcome sight.
I am not a gardener, but these plantings are making me happy today.
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