It’s still cold today as I write this post. But tulips are blooming.

These multi-coloured tulips are eye-catching.

Before that the narcissus bloomed, but sadly they are done.  It seems one kind of flower at a time.

And before those narcissus, we had tiny crocuses.

Another early spring flower, signs of spring and growth even as it’s still cold outdoors.

And the tiny early daffodils next to the tulip leaves.

In 2016, when Dad was in hospice, he received little pots of flowers. One of them had tiny daffodils. When all the flowers were spent, Dad asked one of my sisters to empty the pots and let the bulbs dry. His room smelled like a plant nursery for several days as those bulbs dried out. Another day he asked the same sister to package the bulbs in paper bags. On my next visit, I received a bag with flower bulbs inside, which I took home  to plant.

I had to figure out where I had room for them. Dad could no longer respond once I had planted them, but I told him because I knew he would hear me, that I had planted them in my front flower bed. He knew as he planned for the bulbs to go to his family, that even if he could no longer enjoy them, that his girls would enjoy when they bloom each spring, And I have.

More flowers are blooming now.  The garden is coming awake more and more, and  that will be for another post