|Scilla under the privet hedge|
|This odd little scilla was more teal than blue. |
I intend to check to make sure being hidden beneath
leaves had nothing to do with its strange coloration.
|Crocuses always say spring, don't they?|
|After being cut to the ground and having much of it removed altogether, |
my dappled willow is poised to make a return display. Hiding behind it a tray of Concord grape starts for my brother.