I'm posting flowers today.
Pictured here today we have some daffodils and a few other assorted spring flowers. This small garden is tucked away off to the left to the side of our garage. It is affectionately known to Elenka and me as the 'secret garden'. It's simple. Pretty wild. You can see a bench that was constructed with two pieces of the towering maple that once graced our front lawn. We had it cut down three falls ago. It was dying and was becoming just to dangerous to stand. In a good blow you could actually observe it coming apart. Anyway, we saved a few of the large stumps and made some benches. This is one. It sits under a spreading apple tree that is in full, pink-white full blossom bloom this morning. Why are we a bit hung up with the idea of a secret garden? We love the musical, "The Secret Garden". The musical is based on the novel by the same name written in 1911 by Frances Hodgson Burnett. We love the storyline. We love the music of course.
We might be somewhat prejudice though. You see, when he was in the 5th grade, J- played Colin in the production. He even got to sing next to Jen and her stunning operatic voice. I teared up. So the 'secret garden' will always be near and dear to us.
Colin put out his hand and laid it on his father’s arm.
“Aren’t you glad, Father?” he ended. “Aren’t you glad? I’m going to live forever and ever and ever!”
Mr. Craven put his hands on both the boy’s shoulders and held him still. He knew he dared not even try to speak for a moment.
“Take me into the garden, my boy,” he said at last. “And tell me all about it.”
The Secret Garden (1911)