When I grow up I want to be Dorrit Hoffleit, slowing down to writing only five articles per year when I’m 98. Yah.
Happy 100, Dorrit!
This daffodil sprang up in the far corner of my garden along with a handful of others of varying yellow hues. Such a delightful surprise! I would imagine that some previous owner of my garden plot planted these bulbs.
It’s comforting to know that my garden has been enjoyed by many different people through the years. Knowing this will make it easier for me when I have to say goodbye to it someday. :)