Lens-Artists Challenge #105 – SPRING

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When we moved into our current house, I was thrilled to discover that there were a multitude of bulbs planted in the front garden.  Every spring I wait eagerly for the crocuses to pop up and signal the change of season.

in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles          far          and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far          and             wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it’s
spring
and
         the
                  goat-footed
balloonMan          whistles
far
and
wee

–“in Just-” by e. e. cummings

I have given up growing tulips because it is too much work to keep the deer away, but one year I had great fun tracking their growth.  Nothing brings hope so much as new buds and leaves in the spring.

You can find more spring at the original Lens-Artist challenge.

 

 

Crocuses

Hi everyone!  My Camp Nano project is going decently well; I’ve managed a few hundred words nearly every day this month so far.

Today was gorgeous out, so I took a break to get some of my garden beds in order.  Two weeks ago we had some beautiful crocuses near our front steps.

But now the flowers are gone, so I needed to get the dead oak leaves and acorns out, and put mulch in.  Because I was too lazy to do this in the fall.

Everything looks much neater now.  I have some snapdragons in that bed that somehow keep coming back every year, so I pulled all the crocus leaves out of the way to give them some space and light.

Snapdragon baby, no longer being covered by crocus leaves

Foliage from bulbs, like crocuses, can’t be cut right away because it’s producing the food that the plant will need to bloom and grow again next year.  I tied mine in loose bundles with some string, which is still not ideal since it can limit the amount of photosynthesis the leaves can do.  But as you can see, we have a lot of crocuses and I won’t cry if a few don’t bloom next year.  I’d rather the snapdragons not die.