Many of you are eagerly anticipating the arrival of Our daffodillys. There are lots of them pushing their way through the earth, pointing up to the sky and the sunlight, and almost hitting me over the head with their yellow blooms.
But it’s not quite time for the explosion. They’re still cooking. Like a watched pot.
But I wanted you to know that I’m on it Danno. I’ll show you some pictures just as soon as Our yard is bursting at the seams with dillys.
Oh…and, hey, my 500th post is coming up this week. 500 little stories I’ve shared with you.
Can you believe it? So be sure to stay tuned for an announcement. Thursday to be exact. March 3.
What You Learned Today:
- At my house, daffodils (otherwise known as “daffodillys” in Stuart-the-Scottie-speak) signal the return of Spring. We love it. The weather’s usually not too hot, not too cold. Just right papa bear.
- Daffodillys are wonderful.
- I can hide in them. And spook the unsuspecting passerby. I love to do that. (Kind of like those toys in The Nightmare Before Christmas movie. Boy, that Jack the Pumpkin King…he was a laugh riot. He made all these scary toys, see, and wrapped them up like happy little Christmas presents and scared the puddin’ outta those kids! What a hoot! Sorry. I digress.)