Sunday February 11th 2007, 5:32 pm
Filed under: My Garden

Seven years ago, I bought these daffodil bulbs, and then was head-injured when a speeder totalled my car and his before I could plant them. I wanted my flowers! I dug along the front walkway with one hand, holding onto the spinning ground with the other. Every year since then, they have reminded me why I did that. Life goes forward. The daffodils celebrate every year–after the rains come.

Typed the woman whose Crohn’s went nuts at 4 am today. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. We just get these occasional blips to remind us how good we have it. And to make us go notice the flowers. I think I’ll go snip the rain-bent ones and bring them inside where they can perfume-ify the kitchen.)

Edited to add: between when I started writing that and when it actually got posted, most of the daffodils doing faceplants in those pictures taken this afternoon brushed the rain off themselves and got halfway back up. The two that did not are now in a vase.

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Good thoughts and love and daffodils.

Comment by Kristine 02.12.07 @ 2:28 am

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