Fantastic neighbours
We have fantastic neighbours. When we were away in Portugal recently, our neighbours not only looked after the house for us, but pressure washed the patio. Looked brilliant when we returned. Even better, they cut the front lawn for us.
Just one tiny snag. Last year, we dug up the front flower border edging the lawn, planted some daffodil bulbs, and sowed grass seed over them. As we went on holiday at the end of February, some of the daffodils had emerged through the grass, but others had only just begun to venture forth.
When we returned, there were tiny, headless stalks tremulously growing through the lawn.
Oh well. You win some, you lose some. It was lovely to have the grass cut.
Ah, but the story hasn’t finished yet. This week, I noticed that the tips of some of the headless stalks looked as if they had a blob of yellow on them. Upon closer inspection, there were tiny flowers blossoming straight from the damaged stalks!
I am amazed. How’s that for resurrection? I think we’ve managed to grow an entirely new sort of miniature daffodil, which we’ll call an Arnold…