So we sold the house in Virginia. On the ides of March, which is pretty funny. And of course it’s a bittersweet event; it is mighty nice to be out from under the thumb of that mortgage, but my daffodils are blooming on the hill, and I bet my tulips are poking up in the front border, and (sob) will she love them like I do? Will she rejoice over my columbines, my catmint, my sea thrift this spring?

It’s time, methinks, to break out our well-worn copy of Miss Rumphius and remind ourselves that we don’t plant flowers just for our own enjoyment. Happy spring, new homeowners, and I hope you enjoy my posies! Here’s what you have to look forward to in April…

And in May…

And in July…

And in September…

All right, all right, I’ll stop!