Monday, April 05, 2010
pulled me over the fence;
We have daffodils blooming all around the yard, but the ones I wanted were just over the fence. A scrubby woods runs behind our yard between us and a church parking lot. Clumps of daffodils have established themselves in this borderland, on a little hill that gives us a charming view from the kitchen window. I like to think the previous owners planted them just to give us pleasure... Or the daffodils have escaped from gardens and are wandering the world... Yesterday I climbed over the fence and picked a fistful.