Friday Photo Break, vol. 13

I love the idea of gardening, but gardens don’t love me. My mother, grandmother and great-grandmother’s gardens were always beautiful, but I think my sisters were the ones who inherited their green thumb. I certainly didn’t!
Despite my shortcomings as a gardener, though, the hyacinths I planted when my husband and I first moved into our house never disappoint. The blue ones begin blooming at the end of January, while the pink ones come up a week or two later. I thought for sure they wouldn’t come up this year, figuring the severe drought last summer and fall would have killed the bulbs. But just like clockwork, at the very beginning of February, the blue ones made their appearance.

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