Remember the daffodils I’ve griped about over the years for never blooming? They sprout greens but no buds?
No longer. After ten years of disappointment, we have not one, but TWO buds. It completely took my breath away.
I don’t know why I even looked tonight; I usually don’t bother. I’ve assumed for years now that the greens were just showing up as a formality. But for some reason I decided to do an inspection tonight, probably just to confirm the status quo.
Two beautiful little buds, at least ten years in the making. I nearly cried. I guess it’s never too late to be what you’re meant to be.