Today the hellebores and tulips and greenery refused to cooperate into their Big Arrangement, turning up their lovely tutus and petticoats and ruffles at my rinky-dink tools. “Non, non, non!” they objected to my flimsy craft store chicken wire and not-quite-heavy enough flower frog. So I will be forced to buy some Supplies, because – well, if we give the flowers what they need, they will give us everything.
I feel like I blink on Saturday, and it’s gone. And the flowers take all my Sunday – so where will the butterflies find their way into March – which is already on its 7th day? Hopefully the petals will suffice. Or lure the butterflies in to take up the light and remember Spring.