Every story has a beginning. The garden’s story begins when winter ends
In the blustery cold wind of early spring, in thin yellow sunlight, amidst the white and brown blotches of winter receding, a hint of color emerges and with it a promise of things to come.
The first daffodil bulb sends up one or two slender green spikes. And then another a few more skyward, and then the hillside is covered. Every year it seems too good to be true, a small miracle rising up from barren earth.
Of course there will be much more to follow; lush vegetation, radiant flowers, succulent fruits, and more, but without the beginning there would be no story.
The whole process is a miracle, really, but this website is dedicated to that very first miracle, the daffodil.