Oh, aren't these lovely? Such a wonderful sample of spring, these teeny tiny daffodils, with their sunny fragrance and happy blossoms. If only they were growing outside. Let's go out and look around, shall we?
Ooops. Well, maybe not. A little storm blew in yesterday although it took til today here in the Valley to get really going. And as always, it has to be ruder, harder, colder and more enthusiastic on the mountain. Maybe 50 feet before this little whiteout session, the pavement was bare. Here, not so much!
Remember we looked at the side garden, still buried in snow but at least showing signs of melt a few days ago? That lower bed is where the hamamelis, the hellebores and the galanthus all live. Somewhere under the six or eight or ten (it's hard to tell) inches of new snow that came down and blew around this morning and early afternoon.
No, Longsuffering Spouse doesn't have to shovel the entire dooryard. He did, however, have to shovel out the doors of the barn so as to get the plow out. I just sighed deeply and went to town, in search of something springlike.
They aren't very big, these teeny tiny daffodils. But they're obviously all I'm going to get to experience for spring flowers for a while yet.
At least I can laugh about it all. Which I do, regularly!