B for Bulbs

Growing up on B.C.'s west coast meant spring in the wild places felt like fairyland to me.


Damp, springy green moss crept over everything, tree roots winding here, there and everywhere. Tiny bulbs sprouted tiny flowers, often spilling delicious scents as they opened.


Magical.


So today, Day 2, B is for Bulbs.






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