We made a round trip to the school in vain. Back to the house, and we quizzed Hamilton who remembered we saw them on the way home from haircuts yesterday. That 'splains that one, Lucy. Laura was not on that expedition.
I pulled into the house, up the drive looking for someone to ask permission of. A lovely woman with two barking Yorkies around our ankles gave me leave to take pictures and cut as many as we wished!
The property once was a flower farm, for florists "in the city." The side lot was daffodils. Other fields were glads, iris, many floral arrangement flowers. The "hobbit hole" in the front was for bulb storage.
|The daffodil lot|
Another wild violet chase for Laura and me this year. The road super is far nimbler than I and hikes those trails I won't tackle these days. So, here are his pictures last year of both the daffodils on the trail and the violets. Except, now I think they are not violets. They are a bell shaped flower.
I am ready to call it spring.