This first daffodil greeted me as I came home from work Thursday morning. There may have been one or more over on the west side of the house, but this was the first one I saw. It was still early and quite cloudy, and so the low light forced me to sacrifice depth of field. You can see that the trumpet is sharp but the petals are a bit fuzzy, the blades even more so, and the azaleas in the background are indistinguishable. By the time I got up in the mid afternoon, there were a half dozen or more fully opened. It’s going to be a site to behold this weekend and beyond.
Most of our daffodils are like this one: probably the common ‘King Alfred’ or something similar. My wife and I dug them up years ago at an old abandoned farmstead on some land my folks owned. One of the hardiest of spring-flowering bulbs, the daffodil needs little more than to be dug up and divided every now and again.
