Today I’m in solidarity with this daffodil that bloomed last April before being buried by wet, heavy snow.
April 25, 2020
After the snow melted, the daffodil retained its vibrant colors but required support to keep its head up. A pretty apt description of me and my day. As ever, I’m grateful for my loved ones who prop me up.
Today is frigid
and it’s just the beginning.
Eye on the spring prize.
What’s your fave color?
Brown, said nobody ever.
Wanted: daffodils.
.
My nine-year-old daffodils survived all this:
They are bowed, but not broken:
Hooray for resiliency! Hooray for prevailing! Hooray for Laurie Halse Anderson and her freakishly-tough bulbs!
From my front and back yards:
Spring has sprung!
Including some ever-assertive dandelions that have already bloomed and gone to seed!
Tracy Abell 