When we bought this house as a foreclosure and renovated it, most of what was left in the overgrown yard got trampled and buried in the construction process. One of the few plants that survived were the scilla, and it makes me happy every spring, to see them coming back. I hope to have a spreading carpet of them someday, a haze of blue. But for now, I'm just happy to see the little buds, waiting to open. Tomorrow, perhaps!