Gardening by Osmosis

I thought of my grandson’s wedding this weekend. The officiator was springtime. Warm soil and rain were the bride and groom. The audience in their garden was clothed in finery not typical to everyday wear. The promise of permanence was portrayed through strong support and the song of love rang sweet in the air. Nature was smiling and laughing with joy as the marriage commenced in the open air ceremony. When the couple was united the garden was elated with hope for the future.

If only the daffodils could last just a little longer but rain wrinkled the early yellow bloomers. There are later bloo...