The weather finally decided to act like spring today - the clouds cleared around noon and blue skies and a warm breeze settled in. It was in the mid 60s this afternoon, which made for very nice gardening weather. I was in and out of the house all day, puttering in the garden when I wasn't cleaning, cooking, or taking some time to read. I pulled weeds (mostly grass creeping in from the lawn), spread mulch, planted nasturtium seeds (a couple hundred and more), checked on everything sprouting, and took pictures of the daffodils.
I love daffodils. Nothing is quite as cheerful in the spring as a sunny golden daffodil, although I love the bitoned and white ones too. I have an assortment of earlier and later bloomers, although I didn't get to plant my favorite late ones, the poet's daffodil (Narcissus poeticus recurvus) last fall - which I'm kicking myself for now. They are lovely, and smell so sweet. This fall I swear I'll plant a couple dozen of them.
Poet's narcissus from my old garden.
They are so wonderfully fragrant,
and among the last daffodils to bloom each year.