After living on a ranch in the middle of nowhere for 17 years, in the “banana belt” of warm southern Oregon, where all the daffodils comply with some genetic directive to always bloom on Valentines day, it is mildly distressing that the daffodils in our yard here near Seattle have different inherent programming. These flowers all bloom around now–three weeks “late.”
I am somewhat envious of my neighbor (only two houses away) who must have planted some version of daffodils that bloom early, because HER daffodils bloom in sync with the ones down in Oregon.
To the best of my knowledge, there’s no Biblical injuction saying, “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s flowers.”
In any event, I’m glad to see these in my yard.