This lovely postcard is from my great-grandmother's correspondence. Looking through vintage papers, I realize symbols were used for very different things than what we think these days. This card is nothing to do with St. Patrick's Day, but I love the four-leaf clover. In my childhood home, St. Patrick's Day meant wearing green so we didn't get pinched. After I met my husband, whose mother is half Irish, it took on more significance. Up until then, I had never had soda bread or corned beef. My husband makes a great corned beef!
I have been enjoying these beautiful hyacinths - closed and then open. I'm ready for the life that spring brings. And they smell light and lovely.
Starting in the garden, purple columbines, and tulips. I planted the tulip (and other) bulbs last fall but can't remember what they're supposed to look like. It will be a lovely surprise. We're expecting a lot of snow later this week; I might see about covering these little guys with a bucket so they don't get crushed.
The daffodils mostly are at their end, but the red buds in my yard pop as well as the beginnings of dogwoods. Every where you look you see the most glorious shades of green too!
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