Years ago, when we moved up from Louisiana and in with my mom's parents in WV, it was so cold! My first day of school was cancelled because of snow! A 'snow day' my mom called it. What!? For the first few months, I lived in a strange world, a COLD world, but slowly green things happened. Beautiful green things.
In Grandma's front garden, Spring comes with surprises and constants. A year or so after we moved up, Dad planted Daffodils down the driveway. They have popped up and spread out every year since. Shortly after the Daffodils arrive, Grandma's Crocus' show their vibrant colors. Then in May, around Grandma and Grandpap's wedding anniversary, the Lily of the Valley sweetly scents the air.
This year, the Crocus flowers are so vibrant against the dark greens of the arriving new garden and the brown leaves that still cover the ground. The shocking purple of the Crocus is pretty to look at but this one decided to be different.
When I popped in with my younger two boys to visit Pap, I luckily remembered to pack my camera in to the van. I was able to explore the dawning of this year's blessings. This one is my favorite find.
I believe I will print this one for Grandma's room at the nursing home to give her a bit of her garden. Maybe, just maybe, she will find some peace with this small part of the garden she worked so hard in for years. Now, it's my turn. This year, the garden will be my job. It's time to find Grandma's Garden again.
