I’m slowly stretching myself awake. It’s been a long winter here in the Pacific Northwest. Darkened skies spilling open liquid depression day after day. Finally, the garden is coaxing me to come out and see her in all her beauty. What’s a girl to do? I can’t refuse an invitation from Mother Nature can I? Today I shook off the last of the hazy gray that clung to my body, stepped foot into the yard and took a deep breath.
Perfectly pink petals of puffy perfection have been waiting patiently for me. So has Kristabel.