Trash to Treasure My Illumination Garden

My husband is an electrical contractor, the supplier of over sized street lamp bulbs. When the men change the bulbs in the parking lot light standards they throw the old bulbs in the trash. I was on a job one day and saw them, of course being me I was horrified and told each man that they had to bring them back to the shop for me. These have been turned into bugs, beaded and strung for decorations and now I have a few in an old soda crate in my garden. I just love really big and really small things.

Snowdrops visiting from my past.

Twenty three years ago I moved to my new home with our two year old. Wearing her miniature garden gloves, she pushed the bulbs in the soft dirt, looked up, she smiled at her garden under the bedroom window. Now Molly is twenty five and moved to her own home, while each year the little Snowdrops still push up under her bedroom window, then I remember the sweet little smile, looking at me with pride in her job well done.