Daffodils are among my favourite flowers. All the other little darlings that come before: snowdrops, crocus, little blue stars, are beloved, of course. They can survive snow and have survived several falls this year. When the daffodils bloom, though, I know it is really Spring. These are miniatures and the big magnificent bunch will bloom a little later. In the second pictures ou can see a strange pale plant growing up beside the blue flowers. I have no idea what it is! Well, I have a faint hope it may be a frittillia. You will have to look that up. Spectacular and it it survives squirrels I will feel truly blessed.
Speaking of blessed, I am making soup and snacks for the post church service tomorrow night. It is daunting to cook soup for thirty people. It is daunting to transport soup for thirty people in a small car in a hilly city. That will be tomorrow’s challenge. Tonight…..reading my poetry wih some very good poets! Gulp! Come to think of it….gulp tonight and gulp tomorrow night too.