I’ve been impatiently awaiting signs of spring this year. I don’t have many daffodils in the yard, but this bunch always comes up in the same spot at the side of the driveway. Daffodils make me think of my mother because many years ago, as a new Canadian, she could never get the name right and always called them daffy-dolls. It still makes me smile today.
I find the narcissus prettier, but I don’t have many of these either. Just this one precious bunch.
The sun was out for a change, so I rushed around taking a few quick pictures. The azalea shrub I bought for $5 at Buckerfield’s Feed Store over twenty years ago is still going strong. Buckerfield’s, sadly, is not. They went out of business a long time ago.
The primroses are a gift from a friend who was getting rid of extras. They seem happy here. Thank you, friend.
I was about to put the camera away when I noticed that “the nice light” had come out. So I have to include a couple more photos with the evening sun shining on the trees. The maple is just getting its first leaves. This winter was cool, damp, and dark, and the moss on its bark grew rampantly.
The firs that strike terror into my chicken-heart when they sway and roar during storms look beautiful today with the warm setting sun on them.
I was about to come back into the house when I saw that I’d been watched – for quite some time, judging by the steamy glass pane on the screen door.
“What are you doing out there?” she asks. “Can anybody play?”