I'm back in Charlottesville, back in my Mother's garden - where the daffodils are blooming like crazy. Before it got dark I walked around - and noticed all of the different ones that she has blooming, doubles that I've never noticed here before, some tiny jonquils that I've missed before as well.
Paying attention, close attention, to my Mother's garden this year has been a priority (or obsession...). It's like searing a memory of this year into my brain, as if doing so will make me never forget how beautiful this garden is. Tonight I was outside with my brother - and with Stanley - and in the close-to-full moon light filtering through the still-leafless trees - all of the daffodils simply glowed on the edges of the woods. It really is a beautiful place.
My Mother planted each bulb.