The roses were only a few inches tall when I planted them in the spring of 2012. The grass can't be cut yet because the daffodil greenery is still busy storing energy in the bulb for next season's blooms.
When I planted all this stuff, I had an Amish boy helping me. I said it was going to be beautiful. He looked down the strip at the meager little plants and said it was already beautiful. I think about that often as I look at the profusion of colors.
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