Finished with my taxes, but still hammering away at neglected paper projects, makes for long days. I complain that I’m cross-eyed with fatigue. My only breaks come from short walks because the weather has been horrific. Somehow the daffodils remain unusually resilient. A storm drenched daffodil may not recover. Yet these have defied the snow, ice, cold, wind, and pounding rain. They do make life cheerier.
There was a time when daffodils were plain yellow. Now, hybrids provide greater variety