It occured to me while driving near Portsmouth, New Hamsphire that the daffodils really mimic what it's like to wait for Spring to finally arrive in New England. Spring meaning only slightly warmer than the end of winter.
When I saw my own daffodils with their droopy heads, I thought I had missed their bloom, but I realized I hadn't missed a thing. They're just incredibly slow to raise their sleepy heads, open their eyes and finally take a good look around.
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Well written article.
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