My gardening ghost is still hard at work. As you might remember, in each new season, I have been greeted by new flowers remaining from sometime long even before the previous occupants of this 1880 colonial arrived. In early spring, our roadside curb was triumphant with daffodils. Summer has brought thousands of tiger lilies.
I think there is a little message in here for me. The tiger lily is my Mother's favorite flower, carried by her bridesmaid's in her wedding against light orange gowns. Makes it feel a little like this place was meant to be for me. Do you think?