I was off in a corner of my property and found Daffodils. I was a bit shocked because I planted them right after I bought the property, around November. The first spring they did not come up. I love Daffodils.
Three springs later, here they are, imagine that! I planted Purple Asters and Prairie Penstemon in this spot afterward, and they made a pretty show in the summer and through fall.
Daffodils were always blooming on my birthday when I was a kid in Oregon and sentimental me has planted them everywhere I have lived. A touch of home. This was the first place I planted them without getting flowers, never mind they would never bloom until May, long past my March birthday. They are sturdy bulbs… several years underground without a leaf to maintain them.
It is snowing right now even though it will not stick, too warm. I don’t know if my Daffodils will manage blooms on my crazy New Mexico mountainside, but I may transplant them into my new flowerbeds when they die back. Then again, they are mimicking my native plants, which do not come up every year.
I had no thought of sustainability or edibility when I planted Daffodils here, just my heart’s desire to see their pretty faces and remember my first home.