The gamblers
Very early daffodils, home
There have been blossoms on the hellebores, open flowers on the periwinkles and the dandelions, and beautiful lettuce—the hardy variety is called "Marvel of the Four Seasons," and I can't think of a more apt name—in the cold frame. Mushrooms are in evidence on logs and in the mulch, and many birds, from robins to kingfishers, that have normally left our region by now are still here. But I found the best evidence of the true insanity of the season today, when I noticed that a squadron of daffodils had popped up in the garden. I didn't see any flower buds, but if this overly warm weather continues, I wouldn't be at all surprised to have to get a vase or two ready to receive a cheery gift. I hope these gamblers know what they're doing.