There is something about daffodils that is exciting and sobering. They are the first visual evidence we have of Spring erupting and winter being on the downward spiral. They lie dormant for an entire winter and with just a little coaxing from the sun they are ready to "do their thang."
Not only do they bloom every year but there are always a few more each year than there was the year before. When hiking in the mountains, you run across patches of daffodils at long gone home sites. Forever evidence of a happy home.
These are from my grandmother's yard. She had a LOT of flower beds. I guess you could say she had a little yard in her flower beds. All of the flower beds have been cleaned up and are no longer there but these are still there. These that she planted with her own hands, in this now barren yard that used to be vibrant with color, is our gentle reminder of her.
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