"If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall." ~ Nadine StairThe night air is cooling down as are most days. Yes, we expect a few more 80's days, but soon these too will be gone. My flower beds, so carefully built and tended this year are a bit ragged and I cannot get to them for a few more days (seeding of the grass and such). I need to clean them out, remove those plants that did not do well, pull out the annuals that must be replaced, prune those shrubby plants that are ready and do a bit of relocating and rethinking of the layout. I have pansies to put in hanging baskets for the fall and winter, a bit of color for the drab season to come. And then there is the pile of dirty clay out behind the fence... it needs to be mixed with dirt and compost and spread out and the milkweed seeds planted; they need the cold earth to sprout in the spring. Then there is mulch to be placed and annuals to take cuttings from and plants to be repotted and brought inside. So much to do and yet.... the yellow, sulfurs still flit around the yard and a few plants have flowers that are still hanging on for dear life and I really just want to squeeze the very last bloom possible out of all the plants I can. So, I've pulled this backlit double daffodil out of my early 2010 folder to again capture that sense of anticipation that only comes with Spring. Oh, yes... it is a bright but mellow yellow, with that spark of Tennessee orange.. almost the same color as that of my favorite teenage room... a very, very, very, very long time ago.
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