We have lived in this house for almost three years now and you'd think from year to year I'd remember what happens outside in my garden, but I don't. To me, that too is the wonder of Spring.
I love looking out my kitchen window into our back yard especially at this time of year. Over the past few weeks first snowdrops, then crocuses, probably planted most likely by the first owner, a gardener of some repute I've been told, have popped up on our lawn. There is a name for throwing down bulbs --no not lazy!!--I believe it's called natural gardening--and planting them where they land. It is a nice concept but one I always fear. At this time of year you start hearing the lawnmower engines come roaring back to life in the neighbourhood and I worry that the cutting bug will be caught by my beloved too, and he would have no choice but to mow them down! So far so good.
But I digress. On Monday when I looked out of our window I saw little patches of purple all over the lawn and it was right then that I remembered-the Violets have returned! They are so tiny and delicate. I've never had them in any of our former houses, nor actually seen violets before except for the ones you can buy in the veggie market. I just love them. I grabbed my camera and took a picture of just one little cluster.
Aren't they something? I happily share mine with you just in case your lawnscape hasn't been naturally planted. Happy Spring everyone!
