I planted a host of daffodils last winter, near the lake spillway.
It's an area I don't generally mow, bordering the lake and adjacent to a parish road. I hoped the daffodils would provide a pleasing splash of color. I was right.
I didn't notice them till last week, when a buddy and I were fishing in the lake. It was pleasing to have flowers on the bank between us and the road.
I was reminded of the poem by Wordsworth.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Before many more days, probably sometime this week, I will have to start mowing grass in this part of Louisiana. The daffodils are safe from my mower. I have some red spider lillies planted there, but don't expect them to flower for another year.
It's almost springtime in Louisiana.
1 comment:
Naw, Nick. Once every 10 days.
If you are a true gentleman, you will start the lawnmower for her.
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