Spring Planting

For the last week or so I've been slipping into the backyard when inside chores are done to plant iris, allium and daffodils.  I usually miss the sunniest part of the afternoon, so it's a wintry chore as I dig into the hard clay soil. 

But it has a spring purpose. It's a vote of confidence, a leap of faith made in deep winter, when boughs lie leafless, that green will come again, that these packets of potential will send down roots and bring forth flowers. 

Today I barely finished before sunset. But nine more narcissus bulbs are in the ground, and at five minutes a bulb, I figure we are 45 minutes closer to spring.