One Daffodil from the Garden

Although it is my husband’s least favorite spring flower, the daffodils are blooming around town. When we first moved to DC twelve years ago, we planted several bulb flowers in our tiny patio garden - a few tulips, daffodils, hyacinths, and other things - I don’t recall the names! Most of them were located in the main section of the garden by the birdbath and one bulb was planted on the other side. This particular one comes up every year, but it never blooms. I was just commenting about that last week. Then my husband pointed out that there was a flower - and a daffodil at that. And it was the first one to bloom this year. We oftentimes bring in flowers from the garden to put in our wall vase. But I currently have an air plant, a succulent, and a cactus occupying that space. But the single flower vase on the table was sitting empty. I thought about taking the daffodil and putting it there, but forgot about it. Before I knew it, someone decided to do just that before telling me. My husband loves single flower arrangements so he cut it down himself. I’m not sure how long it will last, but I know how much he treasures it - even though it’s a daffodil. 

The First Daffodil

My husband dislikes them, but I love seeing them. After a snowy afternoon yesterday, I wasn’t expecting to see a lot of anything when we took our morning walk to the National Mall. But then I remembered that it was almost 70 degrees last week. When we approached the unusually crowded air and space museum someone was taking a photo of the first pink blooms of the year. And when we reached the gardens by the Hirshhorn Museum, there was the first daffodil! A layer of melting ice and snow was visible along the way, but every bud or flower in the colorful mix was a sight to see. The gardeners place little signs that identify the flower and this lovely yellow bulb flower is fittingly called “February Gold.” Mixed in between the greens and sticks were a few winter pansies. This is definitely the time to be in town because every day promises something even more lovely. It’s been a while since we’ve seen the sun. What a difference it makes.