Three little daffodils, not in a row, all that I could spare.
There are two of the charming Tête-à-tête daffodils. I love their robust nature, hidden under snow yesterday they have already bounced back with that eminent cheerful colour that daffodils supply. They are joined with this punk version.
This is from a batch I planted the year before last and I thought I could not remember what it was called.
Less Rip-van-winkle, more Rip-vonshredded. Anyway I shall refer to him as Sid.
Please pop over to Cathyand take a look at what else has been rescued from the weather for today’s vases.
A brown little medical bottle serves as the vase. Think Sid would approve. D.