the first daffodil
It was so cold when I took this picture I felt sorry for the daffodil, poor thing who dared the freezing temperatures to be the only flower in the garden that didn’t belong to the hellebore family.
My daffodils are usually a week or two behind, because many of them are planted in part shade, but what a treat when they finally bloom.
Every year I plant more, one can never have too many daffodils, and even now I have a few bulbs in a pot that need to find a home in the garden.
Despite totally inept ministering, the pink peony I moved and divided earlier this spring seems no worse for the wear, and its early shoots brighten a few sunny spots in the back yard that are very happy to have it. I don’t know if they will be strong enough to bloom this year, but I’ll be happy if they acclimate to their new locations at least.
After the freeze subsided, more daffodils followed the valiant pioneer, I even saw a few hyacinths.
Meanwhile the little vegetable seedlings are growing big and strong indoors, undaunted by the diminished light that accompanied the cold streak.
I miss my garden so much during winter.