It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around and finally found, that somebody who…
I didn’t need to wander around to choose the blooms for today’s vase because as soon as the first one opened on Thursday, encouraged by those lovely sunny February days we have been having, I knew that it just had to be them. Surprisingly, these Tête-à-Tête narcissi were not the first of the cheery daffs to open, beaten by a whisker by some random full size daffodils that came to me in a pot as a Mothers’ Day gift some years ago before being planted out in the garden.
I had forgotten just how petite these perky little beauties are and must have downsized through about six different receptacles before I found something small enough to suit them, a simple stoneware inkwell. I will readily admit that I am not a huge fan of yellow daffodils, but am not immune to the instant effect that these have when they come into bloom – not just on the garden but in the hearts of those who see them, a sure sign that spring is coming. For that reason they appear on their own, just as they are and with no bells and whistles.
There are certainly no bells and whistles as far as the Golfer and I are concerned, we are what we are, like the proverbial Chalk and Cheese. We may seem an unlikely couple to some but nevertheless we make a good team, achieving more together than we would do apart and tolerating each other’s very different interests, like Golf and Gardens. I don’t show personal faces on this blog, but it seemed appropriate to include this small homage as my prop for today…the Golfer won’t know as he never reads the blog!*
* but he does of course see the vase (and the prop)!