We gathered on Saturday, a community determined to garden.
Rows of green spades waiting their turn, to be grasp and thrust into the ground. Hard earth, not yet moist and soft with Spring rains, challenged us.
Barrels of water were available for thirsty plants and fertilizer to nourish them.
Small lingering snow drifts in garden bed corners and a chilly breeze overhead did not deter us.
Narcissus, daffodils, tulips, and seeds from last year’s marigolds were mingled with others.
Some of us dug holes, others planted flowers and seeds or added water and fertilizer.
Children were delighted by the colorful plants and eager to help.
Soon, their tiny hands and faces would be muddied with dirt in their gardening effort.
In no time, our planting was completed.
We collected our tools, smiling in anticipation of the summer perennials and the annuals we would enjoy later that year.
A happy thought after a long New England winter. I folded this Narcissus flower the next day.
My Folds 