A Little Child Shall Lead You (to the Squills)

A little kid stopped on their way home to ask me a series of excited questions about the garden — what was I doing with the shears? (Pruning.) What was growing in this planter? (Alliums.) And when were the flowers going to come out?

I led them over to show off the crocuses that were already blooming, but then they pointed something I had overlooked entirely: the first of the wood squills had come up, putting out a tiny blue blossom hidden away between the ivy leaves.