Thankyou Jack 
Sunshine, peeking through the loosening of Winter’s grasp.
… and not a moment too soon.
Thank you, Jack! Just the bit of brightness I needed on such a dreary day
You’re welcome. I grew these daffodils and I love them!
Wandering lonely as a cloud …
Daffy Dills, our Tête-à-Têtes are blooming oot side.
They have a lot of names.
In parts of West Virginia, they’re called “Easter flowers,” regardless of whether or not they come on Easter.
Close… but no cigar…
Slan,
D. 
I like that one! But then I would.
They’re lovely. I’m a big fan of daffodils. You never hear much about the scent of daffodils, but it’s one of my faves when it comes to sniffin’ fleurs.
I wonder if (like so many other species) this is partly because hybrid cultivars look fancy but have less stink than the daffodils I grew up with, which were planted long before my family moved in, and had gone feral.
Although ‘feral daffodils’ sounds a lot more menacing than it ought to.
It almost sounds like it could be the title of a horror flick..Attack of the Feral Daffodils 
Have you guys ever heard Daffodil Lament, by the Cranberries?
I have decided to leave you forever.
I have decided to start things from here.
Thunder and lightening can’t change
what I’m feeling
AND-- the daffodils look lovely today.
AND-- the daffodils look lovely, today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2QuwMhsfS8
Lovely song.
I love that song
I do too. My favorite part is how it changes moods from dark to light to dark and back again. I associate that song with so many things. The words, “I have decided to leave you forever” have so much emotional weight for me (it’s a good thing).
We don’t have daffodils here.
I bet you can buy them in a florist’s shop. Often times they will put some in the freezer periodically and you can grown them as short-lived houseplants.
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A pack, of feral daffodils;
Their vicious hunger to refresh,
Ripping and tearing at my flesh.
Continuous as an endless line
Of zombies in a horror flick,
They stretched their petaled jaws to dine
Upon the margins of my neck:
Ten thousand saw I, drenched in gore,
As quoth the flowers, “Nevermore”.
I always knew there was something missing from the original …
It takes some serious 'nads to Fcuk with Wordsworth…
Slan,
D.