I was over at You Grow Girl (thanks for the rec, Craftosaurus!) and I followed a link to a post she wrote about daffodils. She seems to have a lot more hang ups about daffodils than I do -- I never considered them boring or ordinary. I always liked daffodils as one of the first harbingers of spring. They were a sign of better days to come.
As I was thinking about these flowers, I remembered that they used to grow wild in the woods near the house I grew up in. I remember walking through there with my parents as a little girl and seeing little spots of color at the bases of the still lifeless trees.
There's not much point to this story. It was just a nice memory and I thought I would share it, in particular for those of you who are still in the dark throes of winter.
7 comments:
Nice memory. And I like how you got the word harbinger into it.
- sheila
Yes -- that was nice.
-D
You're welcome! ;)
And thanks for the nice reminder of spring!
Thanks, everyone!
Daffodils don't really grow wild (well, here anyway) but they naturalize! I love that about them!
Hmm, I did not know that! Perhaps the daffodils in the forest had crept out from the surrounding neighborhoods or something. I just remember walking through the forest and seeing their yellow trumpets at the base of trees that towered over us.
Well I suppose they're native somewhere! But more likely what was forest then was a homestead or farmland a century before. These little reminders of times past.
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