Early last spring I saw bunches of daffodils pushing their way through the tangled undergrowth of weeds and vines at the end of the lane behind our house. Obviously there was once a house and home on that now overgrown with jungle like vines and trees at one time. The daffodils sprouting up in spring is always a sure sign that a family once lived there in a house that was their home. No doubt the family that lived in that house many years ago always rejoiced when they saw their daffodils that someone planted in the fall burst up through the cold earth in spring. It seemed a shame to leave those daffodils in that now abandoned home site.
So last year I got out my old friend The Shovel and strolled up to the lot at the end of the lane behind my one acre backyard and dug those suckers up and planted them around my house.
Take a look at them in the photo that I took in front of my house just a few minutes ago. Now don't they seem happy? No longer do they seem forlorn, nodding in the wind, pleading for someone to appreciate them. Those sunshine yellow harbingers of spring now have a new home.
Hey, I do what I can.
|The Rescued Daffodils go well with my Chieftain Tulips|