One of the first to enter the stage...helleborus or Lenten Rose.
When I was younger, my mother had a row of these planted in her garden and each year she would excitedly speak of their color in the garden. I, more impressed with the colors of summer annuals, found these to be rather dull. These days, having quickly reached the age at which my mother was some twenty years ago, find this harbinger of spring to be both beautiful and exciting. This flower requires one to slow down and inspect the detail...the bright green new growth pushed up from the dried leaves...the subtle purples, whites and greens proudly displayed in the winter chill.
I guess I'm getting old.
When I was younger, my mother had a row of these planted in her garden and each year she would excitedly speak of their color in the garden. I, more impressed with the colors of summer annuals, found these to be rather dull. These days, having quickly reached the age at which my mother was some twenty years ago, find this harbinger of spring to be both beautiful and exciting. This flower requires one to slow down and inspect the detail...the bright green new growth pushed up from the dried leaves...the subtle purples, whites and greens proudly displayed in the winter chill.
I guess I'm getting old.
Or you're just learning to appreciate the small things. It may be because it reminds you of Grandma.
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