My plants always seem to bloom later than everyone else's. Even the hellebores across the street, which USED to be mine, now bloom before mine, though when they were mine, they bloomed after everyone else's. Or so I remember. This weekend being glorious, I spent it, like everyone with enough luck, in the garden. Laundry be damned, of course. It was mostly just clean up. There is nothing better than poking (or raking) aside the leaf mold to reveal whatever old friend is poking up. Half of the time I've forgotten that plant is even there!
Meet Tilda SixButtons
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