A flower blossoms for its own joy.
– Oscar Wilde, Irish playwright, poet, and author
We may have had a drought this past winter, but the strange weather has resulted in some of my flowers blooming earlier than usual. My alstroemeria, or Peruvian lily, which was a gift from my friend Raissa's mom – a prolific gardener in her own right – has exploded this year in our front yard. Both hydrangea plants have gotten much larger and are also blooming like crazy, whereas in previous years they have been stingy with their flower production. Some of my dahlias, which don't bloom until June, are already budding. I usually don't start my weekly delivery of bouquets – my donation for my son's middle school auction – until next month, but I figured why not share my bounty with the winning bidder, who happened to be last year's winning bidder and was looking forward to another summer of an explosion of color in a vase.
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