Flowers
Linda Nelson
Daffodils that Hank picked for me yesterday.
These "wild" bulbs have bloomed here every spring since we moved here in 1972. I think a lot of them were planted by schoolchildren. There once was a schoolhouse on the hill that's now our calving pasture. There were steps and a trail down to the river where the kids tied up rowboats. No road in those days, but a railroad ran down the hill near where the driveway is.
