Mother Nature is playing tricks on us. Gardening books confound us at the best of times, playing with the green corners of our brain, telling us when to seed, plant, prune, harvest. Then to add to the confusion, along come daffodils, much earlier than ever known in these parts.
Today I picked these from my garden. They look pretty growing, adding bright spots of color among the drab mounds of crinkled brown leaves. However, what if it does suddenly turn really cold, ice and snow fall covering everything.......like last Winter. The daffodils will vanish under a white blanket.
I'm enjoying these few inside. I move them about - kitchen island, coffee table, this little corner table..............places where my eye will catch them in their freshness. They are no longer dancing in the breeze, but they are giving a lot a pleasure inside.
"A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze".