Daffodils Mean Spring!

Is it possible that the "Great Blizzard" was less than one month ago? That foot of snow is long ago melted and replaced by warm, golden sunshine. And the daffodil bulbs I planted in the meadow - which I thought had been eaten by the squirrels in the winter - have pushed themselves through the soil and burst into glorious bloom. Talk about liquid sunshine!


I actually planted these clumps of bulbs several years ago and had no more than green leaves to show for it each of the past few springs. This year, finally, they bloomed ... and profusely, too. Some have blooms of yellow and a few are white with golden throats.

Even driving by, the flowers quickly grab your eye. Buried in the weeds and grasses of the meadow, they are the only color for acre upon acre. Each flower seems perfect.