That’s what a reader called daffodils when I posted them on Valentine’s Day. She’s right, especially the sturdy yellow ones (the color of dandelions, not everyone loves them), and especially on Bainbridge Island where the commenter lives. There, plantings have naturalized along roadsides and at intersections all over the island. These daffodils, bunched buds from the grocery store, opened on my drawing table. Daffodils begin to bloom in the garden – welcome in their ubiquity.
Hellebore – the Lenten rose, Christmas rose – even braver than snowdrops, hellebore bloom here in January, bowing their blossoms for protection from inclement weather. My plants are 10 years old now, big leathery leaves get cut back each fall, so the blossoms appear as a surprise in the depth of winter. I read a long time ago, that helleboe lift their heads and endure indoors if you carefully slit the stem vertically in several spots.
It’s good to read the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution – and remember what does truly make American great:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
And, just for the record, the press is not our enemy. I am grateful to truth-seeking journalists, editors and publishers.
Lady Baby gave me permission to use her wonderful drawing of him (sun overhead and heart on the right) to announce the arrival of Baby Brother. Born on the afternoon of September 3, 2016 (nine pounds and 21 1/4″ long) he’s beautiful, oh so sturdy and calm, and utterly beloved.