Promises of Spring and Dancing Fairies

My daffodils (lovingly called daff-i-down-dillies in this family) are about 3 inches tall. The other day for the brief moment, the snow had melted away. I gazed at the little promises of spring that were popping up in my garden with wide eyes. My imagination could see a beautiful spring show of purples, pinks, reds, whites, and yellows. How I longed for spring with excitement. With the flowering bulbs will come my hostas and shortly after buds and flowers on the trees.

My tulips and hyacinth haven't begun popping up yet, which is a first. Its been cold enough this year that my spring bulbs did not start popping up in November. But my herbs are starting to wake up. Little shoots of chives and delicate chamomile and strawberry leaves have already begun to show themselves. I do not worry about them because they have been through four years and they are well rooted.

For now, I will enjoy the snow a little longer knowing that the promises of spring are under a white blanket and just a month away.


My sleepy little house



My spring bulb bed, with the flower remains of last summer.



A sundial that is resting its face



An herb bed that promises herbal teas this summer




My dancing fairy that frolics around covered phlox


and...


My sleeping woods