waiting for allium
It was in my Grandmother's garden, that I first saw allium. She had ordered the bulbs and planted them, as you do most bulbs, the previous autumn. Now it was spring, the time when the smell of honeysuckle filled the air. She walked us out, along the garden paths to show us her treasure. They were the most amazing flowers I had ever seen. Not of this earth, surely. It was in the days when space exploration was new. We had put a man on the moon. This flower, this strange orb, must have hitched a ride home in the bag with the moon rocks. I have loved them since.
just like magic!
