By Mary Friedel-Hunt
I wait for them each year. I wait for the fern and hosta and clematis, the lilies, hibiscus and more to peek through the soil in the spring, to grow tall and finally to blossom forth in beauty that takes away my breath.
Each one blooms in turn, none of the blossoms lasting a long time. The purple clematis flowers are deep and rich in color and abundant as they climb the trellis and fill my yard with their beauty. The hibiscus are incredible. Large red plates of blossom — I love to see them come, and dread the day when they have finished their brief gift to me and passersby. The fern uncurls in the shade in front of my house and is prolific sending out shoots which in turn send up other plants.