There is some sainted sould who, every September, in a random act of kindness and senseless beauty, buys a mega-bag of natturalizing daffodil bulbs and plants them somewhere on the fringes of the campus. And then in spring, Tah-dah!!
Then there are the andormeda bushes. When you push your nose reight in among those chill, papery clusters of flowers, you smell a soft, warm tropical garden.
Dh and I are off the our weekly morning hot-tub at the gym. Good Saturday, dear hearts!
Many hours among the flowers, sweetie:-)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! Ta-dah, indeed: I can almost hear the flourish of trumpets. I can't wait for spring.
ReplyDeleteThat hot tub sounds good.
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