We can't get past the mud to mow or move stuff.
We oughta be putting in rice paddies, I swear.
But out of all the gray and dreariness,
the daffodils are blooming like mad!
The only sunshine today is the brilliant yellow
of the daffodil clumps.... each one like a sun on a stick, a valiant green stick of stem waving above the mud....
and then there are these beauties.
A true apricot peach - almost a pink - on the inner petals with a brilliant burst of yellow at the center and a collar of brilliant white on the outside.
I'll bet you're hoping I remember the name, huh?
Well, actually, they came from a mass bulb buy at Brent & Becky's Bulbs in Gloucester one year and, nope, I have NO idea what the name might have been.
That's pretty much the story of my personal gardens. I start with such organized plans and lists - sketches and graph paper, labels and tags.... A few years later? Nothing to show for any of it. Things have seeded where they will, or died out where I wanted them. Nature has re-sorted every one of my plans.
There's a life analogy in that somewhere, but I'll spare us both by ignoring it!
Hurricanes and hurried weeding have made havoc of the tidy tags..... which is fine because, frankly, I hate the look of a garden cluttered with plant tags. Too long working in botanical displays, I suppose.
How we kept the commercial plant nursery so well organized is a mystery. Well, that was business and this is pleasure. And I can't say that I find these beautiful flowers any the less grand for not knowing their names.... although, well, dang it, I guess it would please me to know. There's nothing a horticulturist loves more than official names!
Enjoy your daffodils! Spring is just around the corner!