Spring is Springing

So, this is one (only one, mind you) of the great things about living where I do... spring starts early here in the deep South. I planted these bulbs last fall. And now, here they are! Sweet!

Planting bulbs in the fall is one of my favorite things to do. It seems positively... hopeful. You do what you can to pick the right spot, protected but not hidden. You need to dig the hole deep enough, but not overly so. You water em and pat em and then cover em up and hope for the best. You hope that they are taking what you've given them and what they have stored inside of themselves and growing some roots, absorbing the things they need, and that, eventually, you'll see them sprouting above ground, sometimes when you least expect it, and blossoming into what it was they were supposed to be. Sometimes they struggle a bit when they first start to peak out of the ground. Maybe there's too much mulch. Or an unexpected cold snap. And you do what you can for them, really you do. But most of what they have to do, they have to do on their own. Really, they do.

Hey, wait a second... are we still talking about daffodils?