Good morning!
It’s Tuesday, and all is not lost in the yard. I know I’ve showed you crocuses before, but those were hale and hardy propaganda crocuses planted and tended by others.
These, on the other hand, are uniquely mine. They represent the entirety of my crocus collection, being the only remaining survivors of my early attempts to transform our yard into a White Flower Farm catalog.
They reside beneath a small spruce seedling we thought would be fun to let grow. Each year, we’d give it a trim to keep it in check. And each year, that trim would fail to keep it in check. More than 20 years on, it has become a Very Wide Spruce that resembles an unruly lollypop. But the birds love its protection, and the crocuses love its feet, and so there it shall remain.
“Wherever life can grow, it will. It will sprout out, and do the best it can.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks
Onwards, upwards, and possibly even outwards,
Clara
Spruce sheltering crocuses, crocuses loving spruce's shelter--all is well.💖😌
Beautiful flowers! I had a good chuckle at the failure of the tree to be kept in check. So many things (read small children) in my life who, at various times failed to be held in check. Luckily they eventually got with the program. I suspect your tree will be less compliant.