My gardening angels have spread forget-me-nots into a
completely different area. I love forget-me-nots. The ferns didn't
like the cold morning. Even covered, I may have lost a few. The star
at this particular time is the rock garden. Thrift and creeping phlox
cascading over the stones; waterfalls of color. Seven bouquets of white
daffodils with pink trumpets. The red blooms of the quince. The
yellow foliage of the spirea. Beautiful.
The Easter bunny has been eating my tulips. "Here comes Peter Cottontail hopping down the--bang. Heh Heh.
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