The acquisition of windowsill happiness.
Daffodils were being sold in bucketsful on 7th Avenue at Carroll Street, a 30-minute neighborhood walk north from where we live. So I bought a fat sheaf, all in tight bud, as Sunday's arriving blizzard picked up strength. They were really meant for a friends birthday, but we we couldn't get there. Non-emergency traffic was banned, and the subway was scrambled.
So they have been opening, slowly, and are now in peak yellowness. They smell like childhood.
Lovely! Mine are coming in slower this year probably because of the snow.
ReplyDeleteThey are sunny! My grandmother grew King Alfred daffodils in Carthage, Miss. I miss her dearly. Thank you for reminding me of her and her garden.
ReplyDeleteAnd I, in Sth Auckland NZ, am planning to buy bulbs soon...I want the old-fashioned freesias, if I can find them.
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