Where could they be?
Mama Spot was feeling well enough to go for a walk today to check on the progress or lack there of, of the emergence of the bulbs. This cat flu lingers. Crawford had a mild case by comparison. He has been back to his normal self for a couple of days and is now old enough to join in on the garden tours.
Poor Collar. She was late in getting started, but now has the Feline Herpes Virus 1 flu with a vengeance. Her eyes have been affected much worse than Spot or Crawford. She didn't go on the walk with us. She had a nap in the sun instead.
It looks like I could have called her Booger. That black spot on her nose is a skin pigment change.
When he was a baby I thought I might call him Cindy. Then it looked like he was a boy and I couldn't call him that, so Cindy became Crawford. He has the softest fur I have ever felt on a cat and this flu epidemic has allowed the opportunity to start turning him into a real lap cat. He demands to be held and petted now.
But what about the 10,000 Daffodil bulbs? Right now there are hardly any to be seen. I may have spotted a half dozen clumps at the most. Last year I spotted the first ones on January 10. By the 23rd there were plenty and by February 5th I was considering it almost spring.
We're not quite that far along this year. Some of the Daffodil foliage actually appears damaged and I know the one patch of Hyacinthoides I had seen and a mystery bulb were pretty much burned to a crisp. Another round of snow and deep cold is headed this way. The Daffodils will just have to wait.
The days are getting longer at least.
The sun still sets in the west.
This is the way it should be.