We were happy to scatter color all over the farm, including in this basket hanging by the wood shed. We planted, dug, spent an hour wrestling the magnolia tree out of its plastic container. It was ready to be free. For me, the garden is a gift from April, color to the farm, a statement that we are here, that we love and care for our home and will brighten it up at every corner. I’m not sure what most of the things we planted are, but I know we planted trees, zinnas, wildlowers, geraniums and peas. As I’ve said I don’t really pay all that much attention to the flower’s names, I hope for a riotous explosion of color. Our gardens will not be neat and rational. Photo album coming later on Facebook.