Daffodils (Narcissus) are about done with blooming. Most are familiar with William Wordsworth's poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud which describes finding a field with A host of golden daffodils.
Here we are, each of us in our own little cocoon, creating a new normalat least for a while. The perfect antidote to our new existence is to be surrounded by the comfort and beauty of our own gardens.
With the warm temperatures we had in February, and with the lack of rain in the middle of our rainy season, our plants have to be confused. I am certainly confused. The plants are growing and budding earlier than normal.
I squinted at the Romanesco head again. Yep, still purple. But the neighboring plant was the correct shade of vibrant green. What was going on? Were my plants diseased? Or going through some strange second flowering? It was none of the above.
