This recent post contained just the smallest bit of hope in a vase, and I’m thrilled to report a happy ending here. I wasn’t sure if these few felled narcissus blooms would survive a late-season snowstorm, but survive they did, opening in time for a proper Easter morning celebration. I’m hoping for similar spring miracles in the garden after a wicked winter of trials and tribulations.
Hope is something that’s been on the distant horizon of late, and while I’ve been hesitant to reach out to it so soon (I learned the dangers of that in 2020), I am indulging in some brief bits of relief, as Andy just got his second dose of the COVID vaccine, and I’m due for my second in two weeks.
Almost all of the people who are important in my life have gotten or are in the process of getting their vaccines, so this spring and summer looks to be a time of reunions and small gatherings with the ones who mean the most to us. That is certainly a happy circumstance – as happy as these colorful blossoms, leading the flower power brigade.
