About fifteen years ago I planted a bit more than 800 bulbs into the north-facing bank of our driveway. Um, no, not all in one day. Not all in the same year, actually. You can read more about it here.
It’s a madness I’ve never regretted, because the vision in my head that spurred me on is fulfilled every year, just when I think I can’t take another cold, dreary, muddy day.Someone in the family took a video yesterday of the bees romping in the flowers, and I thought I’d take my first stab at posting videos online. It’s about a minute, roughly edited, and filled with the sights and sounds of early spring here in Purdyville.
See! The winter is past;
rainssnows are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
cooing of dovespeeping of frogs
is heard in our land.
∼Freely adapted from Song of Solomon 2:11-12 (NIV)