Notes from the Garden

Haiku written as I thought of the gifts in my garden last night.

Yesterday my "live-in gardener" was down on his knees planting crocus.
Yes, it is that time of year.  I asked him where he got the bulbs.
A neighbor had given them to him and in the garden they went.

The pink azalea was a gift from one of my mother-in-laws friends

at her memorial; so it reminds me of her when I see the pink blooms.

The fig tree was a house warming gift from friends.

This very unusual purple geranium was brought
home as a twig from visiting a friend's home.
Yes, I think of her each time I see the now two plants.

The delphinium was started by my aunt before she died.
Each year they come up from the ground in the very same week that she passed away.

 The calla lily's came home in a box from my sister's garden in California.
They remind me of my time growing up in California,
as we often had them in the garden.

 The daisy's came from a friend's garden.
The anemone's were a gift from a young boy in our church.

There is a small lilac in the garden from a high school friend of my husband's.
Now I am almost sure I have forgotten something here,
but doesn't friendship just add flowers in our garden and our hearts.
Full of love and memories.