Photography by John Michael

Many years ago when I had my own piece of earth, I used to plant hundreds of flowering bulbs in the Fall. It was good theraphy, great exercise and the fruits of my labor would greet me in the Spring (except for some of the crocus that the chipmunks absolutely loved despite all the precautions I ultimately took to keep them at bay and the tulips – eaten by the deer- one year I had a patch of yellow and red tulips – for ONE DAY, until the deer came along and gave them a shearing that kept them almost at ground level)

Since then, I have depended upon the work of others and natural settings to supply me with my current batch of “flowers that last”