Planning an escape for the short dark winter days that go on and on and on and never end, and for February that longest of any month ever is mandatory for someone who gets SAD. Some years worse than others.
My antidote: Daffodils. I plant them in the fall and think of them dreaming under the soil all winter, with a shrug here and a sprout there, just waiting for February (some of them) to pop up, snow be damned.
Today I planted daffodils – lots of different kinds and a few crocus and grape hyacinths that the squirrels will hopefully leave alone. No tulips. Deer (see the poor gnawed on Roses of Sharon behind Buddha?) like tulips and that might put me over the edge with deer, so no temptations for either of us. Deer don’t like daffodils. Thank goodness!
Today I offer you my vision of daffodils in case you need something to tide you through. The thing is you can’t see the planting of them, just the watered ground in front of Buddha where they will spring up and I can watch them from my kitchen window.
I can’t wait.