These are in the front yard of a house on my street. The back yard is also full of yellow goodness, planted in every corner by the recently moved previous owner. You can see some of them from the street but what a wonderful surprise for the family living there now. Groups of blooms gently swaying in the breeze. They are way ahead of most of the daffodil groups on the street. A few of my own minis have bloomed, but most have not.
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3 comments:
Dear The Observer,
JUST what I needed this evening. How perfectly awesome.
Thank YOU,
Ann t.
It is with some good-natured amusement that I read you and other bloggers celebrate the end of winter.
As I live where I do, spring really isn't that big of a deal. I am glad winter is over for you and the lawns and gardens are returning with color.
For us, it means 100 degree weather isn't too far away.
Thanks for the post.
Capt. Schmoe:
Oh, be still!
I do like my four seasons tho, I have always lived in a place with at least four seasons.
Vermont has five: winter (the longest season), mud, spring (about one week long), summer (about 2 months long) and fall (about 2.5 months long).
Ann T:
Glad I could make your day--they made mine.
To both, thanks for looking in!
The Observer
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