Good morning!
Today is Thursday. Another surprise arrival has been this whopper of a lily that I planted too close to the false indigo last year and had no hopes would thrive.
I smelled it before I saw it. Sniff sniff sniffing my way across the lawn, I marveled. Could it be?
I turned to my left, peeked around the corner, and there it was—looking almost like a bouquet thrown from a passing car. But the more I look at it now, the more I see a glorious corsage pinned to the false indigo’s gown. Maybe they’ll get along just fine after all.
“Life must be aromatic.
There must be scent, somehow there must be some.”—Gwendolyn Brooks
Onwards,
Clara
You keep getting delightful garden surprises!
What a wonderful surprise!