My mother is the gardener of the family. Every year she plants new flowers and moves the old. Her backyard blooms in a series of colors. First, the yellows of forsythia and daffodils, just in time for the goldfinches. Next, the pinkish-orange blossoms of the early tulips and quince. Now, the yard is awash in shades of purple from the lilacs, allium and a late batch of tulips.
The bumblebees seem to be especially fond of the allium.
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