Thursday, March 13, 2008

The very last time I talk about daffodils

Patience, dear reader. I know you must be sick of me nattering on about daffodils. Even I am sick of me nattering on about daffodils. But I would be remiss if I did not share this gift of nature with you. Every year, about this time, a daffodil grows out of the MIDDLE OF A TREE on NE Weidler St. And if you think about it, that means someone must have PLANTED it there. No such thing as a volunteer bulb plant. Or maybe someone, many moons ago, tossed a couple of bulbs up into the yolk of the tree just to see what might happen. And look, a springy surprise in an unlikely place. Also, there is a tree growing out of the side of Notre Dame in Paris. Really. But that is another story that deserves its very own posting....some time soon....

3 comments:

SisterDG said...

Oh, I could not love that more if I tried....

And, feel free to post about the daffs all you like. I'm in full-on Spring Flower-Junkie Mode now.

Pamela said...

I love that tree. I pass it on my way to work every morning and when it blooms every spring it always brings a smile to my face. Using nature as art that comes back again and again. Coolest. Thing. Ever.

Llyn M said...

I know this is a comment on a REALLY old post, but I had to let you know that I have had a VOLUNTEER daffodil before!!! I point you to this post on my blog..

http://llynm.blogspot.com/2008/05/bloom-where-you-are-planted.html

We've lived here 15 years and nary a daffodil on the property, but...LOLOL!!!