I measure the flow of the seasons by the flowers in my garden.
The first one to show its head in mid-winter is the lowly snowdrop, which has a spreading habit like no other!
Violas and pansies are at their best through the Oregon winters, which rarely get cold enough to do them in. They may freeze solid at times, but next time the sun shines they will be right there, bobbing their little heads in the breeze.
Then the crocuses and daffodils cover the ground with their splashes of colour.
Hyacinths and tulips and all the myriads of varieties of bulbs have a place in my heart.
Summer flowers in pots and flowerbeds keep me happy for months.
Some are full of memories, like the gladiolus that reminds of my Dad.
Some I will never see again, like this flower on Kangaroo Island.
And, of course, let us not neglect to remember the little people who love to help care for flowers.
These are my favourite flowers of all.
Today I am thankful for the abundance of flowers in my life.