I love spring and I love spring flowers, especially the bulbs that arrive year after year, heralding the end of the cold and the arrival of new things. I love the fact that spring bulbs come back without any real effort of my part.
But for all that I find peace and hope in the crocuses, tulips and daffodils, I think I love my summer garden of splashy colors even more. It's bright. It's cheerful. It's kind of crazy with reds, oranges, yellows and hot pinks -- tall things, short things and a mess of weeds always trying to take over, but it's the right kind of crazy. The kind that makes you want to swing on a porch swing with a drippy popsicle while kids catch fireflies and turn cartwheels.