Anticipation

I know I've said before that one of my favorite things about gardening is the anticipation of the different flowers brought to us by the changing seasons. This is especially true with spring bulbs, in large part because we anticipate them through the dreary months of winter. Seeing their small, courageous leaves pushing up through the brownness of winter literally carries me through January and February. That's why this fall I planted nearly 100 daffodil bulbs in the checkerboard extension of our front sidewalk.

I look out at this area each morning from the big bay window in the den where I do my Bible study. The last few months I have had a front row seat for the arrival of beautifulness!

Our local Lowes carried several varieties of daffodils that are appropriate for southern gardens.

But nothing lasts forever...

Now it's time for the changing of the guard;

daffodils to iris!

Until tomorrow,

Shelli

“A daffodil bulb will divide and redivide endlessly. That's why, like the peony, it is one of the few flowers you can find around abandoned farmhouses, still blooming and increasing in numbers fifty years after the farmer and his wife have moved to heaven, or the other place, Boca Raton. If you dig up a clump when no one is nearby and there is no danger of being shot, you'll find that there are scores of little bulbs in each clump, the progeny of a dozen or so planted by the farmer's wife in 1942. If you take these home, separate them, and plant them in your own yard, within a couple of years, you'll have a hundred daffodils for the mere price of a trespassing fine or imprisonment or both. I had this adventure once, and I consider it one of the great cheap thrills of my gardening career. I am not advocating trespassing, especially on my property, but there is no law against having a shovel in the trunk of your car.”
― Cassandra Danz, Mrs. Greenthumbs: How I Turned a Boring Yard into a Glorious Garden and How You Can, Too