These were placed in the quiet, dark earth last autumn. The bulbs were brown and hairy, rough and unruly. I knew they were there all autumn and all winter. Yet, I am still surprised when I walk out of the cottage door and find new Freesias, pink, red, white and yellow, greeting me in the cool morning.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I always bring the flowers indoors. I think they enjoy being picked and fawned over, loving glances upon them every time I walk into the kitchen. I leave a few for the bees and butterflies, but the rest, they are mine. I am so selfish.
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