Tuesday, July 29, 2008


I am walking the dogs a bit later in the morning, and the sun is up earlier. I hear kookaburras, not roosters, and I see these flowers in a front yard down the street. It is golden rule of gardening: Thou Shalt Not Plant Bulbs in a Straight Line. And I'm in agreement - usually. But there's something very cheering in this guard of honour, defending the possibility of loveliness in an otherwise neglected space.

1 comment:

kale for sale said...

This looks like the very edge of my Grandmother's house where I first fell in love with daffodils in a row. Thank you for reminding me of them. Our season is as far gone as it is near.