I can smell those lily-of-the-valley. At the height of spring, the bird sanctuary path is full of them, blooming all along the walk to the feeders. They smell sweet and always make me think of rain. Judy's June table had Iris as well - the burgundy kind. They smelled like licorice. We are not sure where they came from or what they are, other than stunning! There are places in our yard that have at least 3 feet of snow and the firepit is completely buried. Along with its chairs. But my mind has already turned to the garden. Just one more hurdle to get through. The season of mud and molt. Wish me luck and if I don't drown in hair or break my leg in the mud, I should have the start of a garden plan to share this weekend. Who said I wasn't optimistic??
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