Another truly beautiful day. I headed off to the pool about 6.30, leaving the smaller portion blissfully slumbering. Mean soul that I am I knew he would be woken sooner rather than later. I had left the cats inside and Jazz had already made it clear that he wanted to go out. NOW. I refuse to let them out until it is fully light, and he follows me to the bus stop (on a busy road) so there was a reason for my unkindness. Or do I mean another reason? And the smaller portion (whose preference is for getting up at the crack of noon) was indeed woken before eight.
When I got home again we both wandered outside with the camera. Every day more and more things burst into bloom.
As we wandered past the dining room, we heard Jazz shrieking at us. He had brought himself inside, but was objecting to us being outside while he was in (and on the table to boot). What a little charmer he is.
Most of the daffodils come from mixed collections so I rarely know what they are called. I love them though, in all their infinite variety. Which I had never known or guessed at before I had a garden of my own.
Oh, I love these shots. Spring flowers bring hope and smiles, don't you think?
ReplyDeleteHilarious shot of Jazz. Good to see a cat talking. And aren't black cats marvellous?
ReplyDeleteladyfi: It is a truly exciting time of year. Everytime I turn around there is something new and wondrous in bloom.
ReplyDeleteCat Drawings: Jazz speaks rather a lot. And I suspect if I could fully understand him soap and water would be required. And yes, black cats are a joy. At the moment both of our cats are black, and I have had at least one black cat for probably the last thirty years.
My garden is more like Gerard Manley Hopkins', you know, "Nothing is so beautiful as Spring/ When weeds in wheels spring long and lovely and lush"...
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Weeds upon weeds upon weeds.
A poetic garden, I tell myself.
Your garden is gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteMy daughter has a black cat and she's a feral little so and so. The cat, not my daughter.
I love the fact that springtime is happening somewhere in the world and I get to see it! And I had a wonderful black cat that I still miss...
ReplyDeleteI agree with DJan, isn't it wonderful that through the magic of Bloggery - and your own generosity, EC - I can enjoy the delights of early spring even as the summer here is quickly surrendering to autumn (but not without first giving us on the East Coast a tremendous tropical storm to remember it by). Perhaps soon I can return the favor by posting images of autumn foliage in all its fiery splendor!
ReplyDeleteFrances: My father used to tell us 'if it grows well, it is a weed'. And he is right. And there is so much coming up in our garden at the moment that I can't weed for fear of crushing things. My excuse and I am sticking to it.
ReplyDeleteRiver: Another of Jazz's relatives?
DJan: Thanks, I am always amazed at the beauty you share with us.
TwoTigers: I am really, really looking forward to your take on autumnal glory. And glad you refound the joy of reading.
Everything looks blooming marvellous in your garden. Poor Jazz does look a tad upset. Keep the photos coming :-).
ReplyDeleteLike, happy Daffodil Day? I wanted to spend just $1 on a single daffodil for charity, but they only sold $7 bunches. I bought a $3 nail file. You could set up your own daffodil day stall from home.
ReplyDeleteWindsmoke: Less of the poor Jazz please. He has spiked my butt far too many times today.
ReplyDeleteMitzi: I am too greedy to set up a stall. People can look, but only we (and the birds) can pluck. One of the neighbours (across the road) used to regularly hold morning tea parties when our crab apple and daffodils were in bloom. He and his guests would sit in his lounge room and feast their eyes. I was really chuffed when he told me.
Oooo get yourself some Baby Moon narcissus bulbs. My very favorite daffodil, a late bloomer, teeny-weeny, and fragrant as all get-out. I'd send you some but it's probably illegal. Also, I don't know how to mail that far into the future (which is where I assume you live, it being spring and all).
ReplyDeleteThanks Murr: I'll try and track some down. You are right about the legality (not) of sending plants to me here. Have you considered that we could be in the past rather than the future?
ReplyDeleteJazz would drive me nuts, he's so demanding! I've had friends like that but generally they've never woken me up with their arse in my face. I do have a line. Gorgeous pictures, give the little bugger a cuddle from me.
ReplyDeleteOh the beauty of daffodils! They do grow easy but I love them...and your other flowers too
ReplyDeleteIt's like I always say, you can't go wrong with daffodils. They're my favorite flower.
ReplyDeleteActually, I've never REALLY said that, but I could though,
ReplyDeleteAll Consuming: I now have awful pictures in my head of me needier more demanding friends waking me with their butt in my face. Ack.
ReplyDeleteKim @ Stuff. Thanks - they are a joy.
Snowbrush: I knew you liked daffodils and hoped you would enjoy mine.
I love daffodils & used to live near a daffodil farm. As it gets to this time of year I have often had big vases full of daffodils, irises and tulips, all my favourites :)
ReplyDeleteI kept getting distracted today by your book list. You'll have to hide it, I have too big a reading pile already :P
amandab: The irises and the tulips are growing apace. Soon I too will have vases of them inside.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, books are another of my obsessions.
you gladden my heart, friend!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki;
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just love daffodils! don't see them around here often... but they sure are pretty!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherri.
ReplyDeleteoh the delicate beauty of spring! and i love that snap of jazz, too cute:)
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