the week before spring begins . . . .

The promise of a garden is hard to see under a frosting of snow.  Somewhere down in the ground things must be stirring, and spring will become a reality once again.  In the interim, I dream of flowers and remember last summer’s bounty.

luscious lilies . . . .

colorful coleus . . . .

joyful johnny jump-ups . . . .

white on white . . . .

a patriotic mix . . . .

day lillies . . . .

irresistible iris . . . .

pink peonies . . . .

cheerful columbines . . . .

Ah, but the garden must wait . . . . until the snow melts.