Our daffodils have bloomed. And they are being loved. To death.
It is so hard to squash the exuberant, enthusiastic sniffing of the flowers, even though it means the flower heads end up on the ground.
April 30, 2008
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Bulb-type flowers are about the only ones that I can consistently grow well, and I know they’ll come back every year, even if my daughter does scatter their heads around when picking flowers for me. I figure she’ll only do it for a few years anyway – being an antique parent gives me some perspective on how long each of her phases are, so I’m pretty tolerant about that stuff (or is it “lazy”?).
Comment by Brigitte — May 1, 2008 @ 5:44 am
Also, it is hard to get upset when they pick the flowers and then give it to you, because they love you so much. *sigh*
Comment by SoMo — May 1, 2008 @ 2:36 pm