One of the anenome bulbs I planted last fall came up and flowered in the backyard!
I had mostly forgotten about them–I’ve had Other Things on my mind, as one might expect!–but I saw a flash of deep pink out the window yesterday, and went down to investigate. Sure ’nuff, the anenome has bloomed, despite cold and neglect and everything else. I’m proud of it. Go, little anenome! I can’t pronounce your name consistently twice in a row, but I’m glad you made it!
And now…back to the moving.