On the ride to Bennington yesterday, there were clusters and plantings of daffodils in full bloom, while I mourn the short daffodil lifespan in my yard. It seems that, planted close to the house, they may have bloomed quite a bit earlier than those a little to the north of us. I still have a few tulips, which so far have survived the wind and snow. And I see buds on the bleeding heart. I wish all could stay throughout the summer, but for everything there is a season.
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