|Crocuses on Monday|
The deep purple crocuses caught my attention Monday. The day was cloudy—we had a few flurries—so the crocuses sulked a bit and didn’t open, as the first photo shows.
When I went out sunny Tuesday morning to do some late-winter cleanup of that bed, I thought the crocuses would welcome me with open petals.
Alas, our local deer had struck overnight and browsed the crocuses to the ground, as you can see in the lower-right corner of the second photo. But if you look again at the second photo, you’ll see some yellow in the background—daffodils in full bloom—unbrowsed by our local bambits.
|Tuesday's crocus stubs at bottom right|
I didn’t get to enjoy our purple crocuses this year, but I did walk around the front yard and cut a handful of daffodils to take into the house. Ellen was at her quilt-guild meeting, so I put the daffodils in a simple vase and put it on the kitchen table.
Would she notice?
A couple of hours later, she came home. As she walked into the kitchen, she looked at the vase of yellow flowers and said, “Oh, daffodils. They’re beautiful.”
|Will she notice them?|