This one has not only arrived early to the party, but, I might add, she seems to be scoping out the crowd with some disdain. Some of us think she is the one who is a tad overdressed. All that blush.
What, have we become too lazy to reach down and lift up a tiny cup to peer inside?
Must every plant be bred to have the same temperament?
Some things about the modern plant world make me grumpy.
It is much too soon for these furzy heads to be peeking up out of the soil.
I suppose we must all figure out how to maintain two tracks these days. I certainly am. One features a long growly Debbie Downer mutter, full of apprehension, about global warming.
But on the other track, I'm happily wielding the pruning shears, raking up debris, watching out for the new life springing out of a dull, sleepy soil--and bringing the first of the daffodils inside, where their sharp fragrance fills the kitchen with a reminder that something's cooking out there.