From my perch near Lake Superior, your photo of daffodil shoots poking out of the front bed seems surreal. Here it is a winter wonderland still, and daffodil shoots are months off. (Fine by me, but you have to like that sort of fact to thrive here.) I love your thoughts about what's happening below ground while above, we tend to be unaware. I have those same kinds of thoughts when I look out at the inland lake we live on. What is happening below the ice? Fish are swimming, incredibly enough from a topside perspective. And much else I know little of. Frogs are burrowed in mud, hibernating? Turtles are... I don't know what. Moving around, maybe. It looks so silent and deserted. But it isn't.
My heart used to break when snow smothered the daffodils but this brief essay catture everything important about them, life, and about the change happening even when we can't see it. Love this so much.
I saw a brilliant illustration of these daffodil bulbs underground and one says to the other too “I can feel it’s time to come up now!” Then the next pic they’re all bent over in the wind and one of them says, “You idiot!” It really tickled me!
Thank you for this writing. It’s funny I’ve never really thought about daffodils before March but you’re so right, they’re almost good to go now some of them!
I bought many packets of vegetable seeds yesterday - a human version of green shoots on a winter's day
So true. We need the coziness and chill of winter to appreciate the daffodils.
From my perch near Lake Superior, your photo of daffodil shoots poking out of the front bed seems surreal. Here it is a winter wonderland still, and daffodil shoots are months off. (Fine by me, but you have to like that sort of fact to thrive here.) I love your thoughts about what's happening below ground while above, we tend to be unaware. I have those same kinds of thoughts when I look out at the inland lake we live on. What is happening below the ice? Fish are swimming, incredibly enough from a topside perspective. And much else I know little of. Frogs are burrowed in mud, hibernating? Turtles are... I don't know what. Moving around, maybe. It looks so silent and deserted. But it isn't.
My heart used to break when snow smothered the daffodils but this brief essay catture everything important about them, life, and about the change happening even when we can't see it. Love this so much.
I saw a brilliant illustration of these daffodil bulbs underground and one says to the other too “I can feel it’s time to come up now!” Then the next pic they’re all bent over in the wind and one of them says, “You idiot!” It really tickled me!
Thank you for this writing. It’s funny I’ve never really thought about daffodils before March but you’re so right, they’re almost good to go now some of them!