Today is a sad day. OK, put your mind at rest, it's not THAT sad. Well, not for anyone but the daffodils blooming in my garden.
Let me start by saying that I'd love to have a card today, and I DID manage to make one that took two days to put together because of the little one that seems to take up so much of my time, but it's for an upcoming DT assignment and as such can't be posted yet. And the one I make tomorrow will be for another assignment and not to be posted right away, either. So I AM working and crafting, just not enough to have extras for the blog for now. Therefore, I will share the flowercide that's going on in my garden.
As I was sitting in the garden yesterday in the crisp, cool air (watching the little one and trying to not let her bite my feet as puppies are wont to do), I noticed my daffodils are starting to bloom. Hooray! Spring is finally on its way! (The pansies bloomed all through winter as long as the wild rabbits left them alone.) So as my eyes wandered around the garden, what did they spy but disaster!!
My one white daff with the orange trumpet, the earliest of the lot, was lying forlornly on the ground. Actually, just the bloom itself was lying there, crushed and mangled, while the naked stalk was swaying in the breeze a few feet away. I didn't have the heart to snap a pic of it, it was that pitiful. (Forgive the overexposure of the pic, the sun was at its zenith.)
And who was the responsible party for this one-blossom devastation (with more to come, no doubt)?
And to think we named her Sweetie. OK, it should be against the law to be this cute. But that being said, I'm not holding out much hope for the remaining white, plus the yellow, daffs. I suspect she just hasn't noticed them yet.
Thank you for joining me today. I'll be in mourning tomorrow as I wait for more evidence of the blooms I'm NOT going to get to enjoy this year. Thank goodness there's always next year...