Primroses are just beginning to flower, once again.
I planted these daffodils after my great-Aunt Merc’s funeral, a long time ago. Her husband, Bill Schwanke, died when I was very young. I don’t remember him. We saw Aunt Merc in Milwaukee a week before her passing, and she enjoyed cookies from Oostburg Bakery. I represented my mother at different places during the caregiving years. Then to her home. She and Aunt Merc were wise and compassionate. We do our best, one day at a time. The perennials carry great emotional meaning for me. Renewal – no matter how long the winter, which is beautiful as well.
The primroses and these daffodils were planted by previous owners.
The hosta plants were also planted by previous owners. I love the birch tree.
through the seasons
every photo a prayer