Spring is the promise of hope realized. From twigs that appear dead, new life shoots forth. Shrouded in a blanket of snow, flowers burst into bloom. While rain beats down upon the earth and wind batters the landscape, tender life begins to unfurl in anxious anticipation of spring.
Such has been the case at Little Shouse on the Prairie. New life and Hope has come. For years I have struggled to grow a garden. I have planted and tended crop after crop, only to have them flourish briefly, languish in an exceedingly sad state and finally wither into oblivion. Finally, finally, my efforts have been rewarded - spring has come! I have roses, lilacs and red twig dogwood budding. Raspberries and strawberries are awakening. Lavender, chives and basil are bushy with new growth and even my apple trees and blueberries bushes lived through the winter! Hope has been realized at our Little Shouse.
|An apple tree planted last year|
|Red Twig Dogwood - the beginning of a hedgerow|
|Roses and Lilacs|
As our adventure unfolds, we'll keep you posted - until then, Hope springs eternal.
|A wild rose that I transplanted years ago - thriving!|