These signs always make me smile. Mums is short for chrysanthemums here, but to me, raised as I was where mums = moms, the term conjures up visions of redoubtable women. And right now those women are just done dealing with the extra needs of kids out of school all summer. Perfect, isn’t it? Them coming to market just when hardy mums of the human kind need to spiff up that much neglected garden?
Had a great time this morning transferring mums into window boxes where I can see them from my writing desk. Now that I’ve washed up and settled down at my laptop, I raise a steaming cup of earl grey to them. Here’s to hardy mums. It’s our time to bloom!