Such happy faces! Such cheerful countenances! Such confidence in the shifting alliances of weather! These brave little Narcissus have been battered and bruised this year, but some still manage to bloom in almost-perfect form. No, I will not qualify that: they are perfect, not almost, because nature intends it as it should be. Baby, they were born that way.
The photo above is one of the rarer pink-cupped varieties, something that Lee Bailey so treasured, and inspired me to treasure as well. They bring the spring, better later than never, and as I inhale their distinctive fragrance everything feels right with the world.
