9 hours ago
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
They're Baaaack! (Sort Of)
I love my "host of golden daffodils" (name that poem for 100 points!), but I am continually frustrated year after year by their lack of ability to gauge the season.
I want to stuff them back into the ground and yell, "Um, hi? It's February, guys. It's probably going to snow again, and then we'll all look stupid. I'm the chick talking to her daffodil bulbs that sprout too early, and you'll be frozen."
They were originally planted in a nice straight line across the front of my flower bed, in a manner most pleasing to my Type A control freak sensibilities. It irks me that they didn't stay in line. They decided to not only sprout up whichever way they pleased, but also to multiply.