June 5, 2025
Good morning!
It’s Thursday. One of the many joys of gardening with another person is when something appears that neither of you remembers having planted—as is the case with these beautiful purple flowers that just appeared under the living room window.
“Are you sure you didn’t put them there?” I ask.
“Are you sure you didn’t put them there?” my beloved replies.
Perhaps we’re both mistaken and this is the work of Patrick, or Richard, or even Ralph? Did Old Man Cooter leave his woods and brave The Hill That Requires a Commitment to try out his green thumb in our yard? Or did Bear grab his tiny shovel and sneak out when I wasn’t looking?
The more I think about it, the less eager I am to unravel the mystery.
“I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.”
—Harry Emerson Fosdick
Onwards,
Clara
Oh, no doubt it was that clever Bear who planted those Hyacinthoides (meaning sort-of like hyacinths) - Bluebells!
Though I agree with Rev. Fosdick on this one, I like to imagine Bear trundling out in the dark last fall to plant these little beauties. He does have an eye…