She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
“Winter is dead.”
by A. A. Milne
“When We Were Very Young”
The first of my daffodils bloomed today. It actually got up to 60 degrees (F) and my early girls decided to flirt and show off their pretty, yellow petticoats. They live in a sheltered, naturalized corner, go by the name of February Gold and are always the first to bloom. Unfortunately, it almost always frosts or snows after they start blooming, so I either get a lovely bouquet for the house, or I take the chance that they are protected enough to take a little cold. Snow is in the forecast for Sunday.
I also have a couple at the front of the house that just popped today as well. I bought those as a bag of mixed bulbs so I don’t know what kind they are.
My squill is also in bloom. I have the usual blue siberian squill which naturalized in my lawn from my neighbor’s yard, and snow squill, which I bought and planted very carefully in the garden a few years ago. The squirrels immediately dug up the bulbs and replanted them in the lawn.