"Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle...a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream." |
~Barbara Winkler~
Here in New England we remain buried under a sea of white... spring is but a tease and remains firmly out of our grasp...but we dream...we dream of those warm dewy days and starry nights... where the peeper's song serenades us... blooms open...the air fragrant...a lingering scent...
until then...I hook tulips...