Zinnias have always been one of my favorite flowers.
They are present in some of my earliest memories of flower gardens.
After our move to Virginia, I had planted some in a pot once
but they fell victim to powdery mildew,
the curse of humid environments.
So I haven't grown any for years.
But once I fixed my tiny little flower bed in the sun,
I decided to give them another try.
And so there they are, vibrant pinks,
saucy oranges, pink-edged whites.
I am hopeful that they will bloom and grow
through the summer.
But even if they don't, just seeing them has given me enough pleasure
to last for awhile.