I get through February waiting for the daffodils. There was a series of years when my daffodils arrived on February 28th. They line up next to a bump-out with a southern exposure. For years they greened up mid-February, and I would have the first blooms in the neighborhood.
This year they stretched out in mid-February, and then God said, suck on this, ye daffodils, and despair. When the snow cleared the stunted frost-bitten leaves remained, paralyzed, and they didn’t budge for two weeks. “What was that?” they said. “It was cold and dark and it happened just when we were leaving the house.”
But here they are, two weeks late, blemished, but here. God makes plans and daffodils laugh.
