The Grantham Garden Club ran a bulb sale fund raiser to benefit their scholarship and grant funds, educational programs, and civic gardens. Bundles of bulbs were delivered to GGC president Elise Kendall’s home. Elise reached out for volunteers to help sort the 1,250 bulbs. Soon an assembly line of nine workers filled bags with the correct number of bulbs for each customer. In no time, folks were sipping Elise’s warm mulled cider and celebrating a job well done.
The Garden Angels are people who bought 380 bulbs for the town, and/or sorted, delivered, and planted them. Early on a crisp autumn morning, the planting was done. My job was to photograph these angels going about their good work. Like all angels, these were somewhat elusive. I often came to a spot with freshly dug dirt but nary an angel in sight. As I drove up and down Route 10, I would think I spied some angels only to discover stuffed scarecrows or people waving election signs. My perseverance paid off, and I was able to get some pictures to share with you.
As I chatted with these wonderful volunteers, the Saint Crispin’s Day speech from Shakespeare’s Henry V popped into my mind. I know, that’s a little bit of a stretch, but imagine how happy this band of angels will be next spring when daffodils start popping up all over town.