We planted over a thousand bulbs and seeds last fall, hoping for a wild and unruly flower garden this spring. There was nothing much to see when we left for the south more than two weeks ago but oh, the show that awaited our return today. We squealed as we pulled onto our street, catching a colorful glimpse of the first fruits of our labor. More flowers to come… hopefully, for weeks and months and years. I hope you’re proud, Papa.
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