|Waiting for imagination to strike--to be planted soon|
|Triangle of onions|
Contrary to the instructions on the bag, designed to keep all of us in conformity and an ordinary state (boring, same-old-same-old, mundane, unimaginative, uninspired, dull), I planted the onions in my flower bed, and not in rows, either. I thought waves would be nice. I planted two two-row waves. And then I planted a triangle--between the larkspur and the peony. They told me they would be happy there. I believe them.
*After sharing with neighbors and friends and planting a few to fulfill my promise, there are plenty left to tuck here and there about the yard in the sunny spots. Just too fun for words.