In Maine they say we have three seasons; snow, mud and bugs. They don't mention the flower season... and they really should. After the long, cold, white winter we are rewarded with a richness of flowers and birdsong. My garden is full of both.
The rosa rugosa perfume the air with a scent that haunts me. The Lupine bloom in riots along the roadside, in meadows, and (unbidden) in my garden. And there are the daisies I planted, dependable and happy. They are all a bright reward after the bleak months that came before.
