Colorways

These jeweled hyacinths, flame-tipped tulips and primrose posies, set off by tender, glowing greens, flow in rivers of color, bordering garden and path.

The glowing young tulips, springing forth from the open, happy faces of the primroses, speak of an innocence and grace that touches my heart.

May your eyes drink in an abundance of beauty as April speaks her last eloquent words.

A blessing of sun

For winter's rains and ruins are over,

And all the season of snows and sins;

The days dividing lover and lover,

The light that loses, the night that wins;

And time remembered is grief forgotten,

And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,

And in green underwood and cover

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

—Algernon Charles Swinburne