When I was little, my sister and I made little May Day baskets with construction paper and hung them on neighbors' doorknobs filled with violets and daffodils and tulips and myrtle. All of these blooms we picked in the gardens--of the neighbors!
Today, sixty years or so later, the only thing blooming in my garden is this naturalized clump of daffodils weighted down with dampness. They do look wonderful in the fog and the mist though! We are missing Spring's colors since we don't have forsythia (not allowed by association rules) or tulips and primroses (eaten by rabbits--or somebody!).
Things are greening up, but about 2 weeks later than usual.
I'm getting impatient to be out there in the dirt among the blooms.
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