The other day, I happened to notice the daffodils in bloom.
It’s not as exciting as when I lived in the UK – one day nothing, the next masses of them, but then again, mine have only been in the ground for a few years; not long enough to naturalise.
But the thing I love about daffodils, is their irrepressible happiness. Not to mention they smell amazing. Or at least one or the other kind of daffodil smells lovely.
Especially on dark, gloomy, rainy days.
Offering the hope of warmer weather not too much farther away.
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