Last summer I decided to plant some wildflowers. We're a big gardening family with flowers all around, like the azaleas...

Some tulips...

Some snapdragons and a marigold in the barrel...
And some vegetables and other plants in the backyard. I help take care of them, but I wanted my own plot. So, when we transplanted the strawberries last year, I took up the empty space, turned over the soil, and in a week planted my wildflowers.
My gardenI weeded. I watered. I weeded again. Then I waited. And then they grew!
This month, all these little orange flowers started popping up, and I'm getting excited for when the other ones decide to arrive.

Wild flowers are really fun because almost each month there's a new kind of flower popping up, and then by the end of last summer I had red, yellow, orange, blue, pink, purple and white flowers the whole length of the garden. It was just beautiful. Here's to summer!
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